As the clock ticks on

As the clock ticks on by,

My mind begins to wander.

The exploration of the unkown has begun.

All attempts to lay at peace are futile;

My mind is full.

All possible meanings transcend through the darkness,

These clouds are sure to bring a storm.

The only noise which can be heard is of the proximal surroundings,

Yet in my head there is a ravenous scream.

"I want out."

There is peace throughout the day,

Yet at night all thoughts come out to play.

There is no sweet escape,

There are only distorted shapes.