Unnamed
The fringe pierces me so loudly
Shuttering in convulgence
While everyone stands so proudly.
Underneath this ceiling of blue
No way to reach the outside
Saternine in every hue.
Tasteless thoughtfullness I feel
Aiming for what I used to be: once
Can it be determine; what's real?
Skepticism washing through me,
Cannot name what I truely see.
Cannot name what I want to be.