and then you numb your mind, you empty it and fill it again, with any distraction you can find. things are aimless, you live each day wondering when it will end, the day is spent listless. you smile, you laugh, but it seems so dumb, so meaningless. the world spins without waiting for you, waiting for you to gather up yourself and face it again. you stare into space, what do i do now? and you spent wasted time just sitting there, blank. all that confusion, all that whir, who cares really. you're afraid to reach the end, because you're afraid to turn back and face all that you've been running away from. so you keep on running, and running, hoping it will come full circle and you'll be back in the place where you felt safe. but that's just naive thinking, isn't it. you can never go back. you can only move forward. forward to blank spaces to fill with words you don't know.

when the world sings
you try to hum along
the tune is hard to catch
the words difficult to learn
but you try
because you don't want to be left behind.

and you pack up all this rubbish and move on.