I sit and I stare
as these feelings that rage and storm
into a wall of black that flashes by,
ideas and thoughts are formed.

Lulled almost away,
Dazed, unaware,
'please don't let me sleep'
in sea of nightmare.

Heavy burden of thought,
a calloused affair.
It's weight on my chest
not enough that I care.

But somewhere inside me
I know that I should,
my lifelong vexation,
if only I could.

As the scenery blurs around me,
my mind comes back to earth.
My detachment will end shortly,
for now I feel inert.

I regain a sense of motion,
out window I stare,
soon I'll reach my destination
but still, I cannot care.

A whispering in the back of my mind
Melodically croons ambiguous phrases
Closing my eyes against the black of the night
Can I trust, if I must, to let you guide me through the maze?

A/N : Written with my bestie, Werberman (/~werberman). Can you guess what we're describing?