boat load of nothing

the sky is a black and white
photograph changing every
time he blinks his eyes
the tears are from the cold
he is convinced it will make sense
when he puts it all together
then again he never really knows
constantly doubting what is real
and what are games his mind plays
while he is distracted just long enough
to forget what he was doing
again craving the taste
under moonlight shadows
sneaking around but no one to catch him
doing a whole boat load of nothing…