stumbling

[third_eye22]

I stumble through life
like the mad hatter of
many ramblings
never coherant
rather curious
the usual questions
dance before me
and i dance with them
and refuse to ask them

sitting by that window
listening to the same old songs
no new ideas
just old ones dying to be born
dying to leave my head
wanting to see the world
but the pen doesnt move
and the paper is blank
but its never silent
for me

the same old movies
the same day
the same hour
over and over
the world stills
then bounces around
i open my eyes and see
the wrinkles time forgot to face.