Crisis of Consciousness

This vessel,
moving in and moving on
to new fears and dreams

Awake and alive,
alone and wandering,
wishing and ranting.

What am I trying to gain?
I'm splitting open into daydreams.
Am I nonsense?
While captivated, unmotivated.
Unmentioned and bashful.

Equal parts wasted life and meandering thoughts,
Add a dash of wonder.
Sit still and ponder.

Nothing to ease discontent's heavy
breath on the back of my neck.

I'm ashamed.