Where is this place to land,

when thoughts begin to speak?

It’s like a vacuum alone,

everything seems connected.

A solemn stare ahead,

is like an indication of grief.

A sadness could prevail,

disconnected from anyone.

A soul tries in desperation,

how did we get here again?

And the hours go slowly by,

hours will go slowly by.

I need to reach around my

world and know I’m not alone.