contemplation

these days that go by
slow me down
delay my thoughts
and actions
as I wait another
day, and
another, and
another
my contemplation turns
into decisions
but without much
intelligent thought.
these days that go by
haunt me into the
submission of my
negative mind.
no input allowed, all
actions committed
senselessly.
these days that go by
take me home
but not to where I'm
familiar
they trick me into
believing
I'm where I'm supposed to be.
but I'm not,
I'm not.

February 23, 2005