The world’s eyes do wonder

I deeply desire to return the air I’ve stolen

To return the sleepy gas of the atmosphere.

To rest is the seas of my younger self’s dreams

Where I would most certainly drown.

To calm the busy mind of mine

Of endless questions and unpreventable fates.

To simply dine in endless duvets

Where no time would pass or worries cross.

There is no end this madness I feel

Where the breath of kenopsia is constantly blown on my neck

Shivers down my spine

A road to possibilities and flexibilities

That life lusts for

Purposeless waking for which I wonder daily

Why we even bother

Yet as I ponder

Other eyes do to

The eyes of earth’s

As I watch

The world looking for you

It always will

In our sway of empty heavens

Skulls do throb in search of lies

For one is not

The world is looking for you.