thinking back to when
will any of this make sense
out of all the scribblings
on the wall
crumbling as weight starts
to crush the mind
wonders where
you came from
where you went
when you hung up
the phone never rings
for him as he
stands self-contained
without a lock of thought
and you found the key
for those willing
to find it here
the thoughts
when they sound
the bell that really never rings...
