Matrix

Scrolling through the images that have been swimming through my mind, 
I’m afraid there’s nothing left to ever occupy this crazy mind of mine. 

Never sleeping, always dreaming, hopping the trains of no tomorrow. 
I can see only the stained glass of the present that has been shown to me through these shattered, rose colored glasses…. 

I yearn only for adventure and the eyes of kind strangers as I walk down these streets full of wind that dances like water. 

Asking nothing of myself, im afraid I’ve miscounted all the useless numbers in this matrix that’s surrounded, 
for so long I’ve been blind to my own kind of compilation that seeks the company of long or short term isolation