Words, aching and reflective,
Stumble aimlessly
Across the being of my sub consciousness.
They wait, with rapid anticipation to make it onto
The flawless piece of paper so a trace of their
Existence was evident.

Nameless, faceless beings scurry around me
With the speed of light
Passing through me, Yet I am left solidly alone
Amidst the tossing and turning seas of crowds,
I stand, anonymous in soul
In the heart of unseen insanity, Unacknowledged insanity, Displaying the very core of ignorance.

The cold air whips around me
Madly, uncontrollably,
Like a liquid less, frozen water coiled around the atmosphere.

The words, shrill and piercing,
Are thrown carelessly around me.
Left to be trampled on, Laughed at, but forgotten.