aimless

keeps telling himself one thing

and doing another

nothing fun about the thoughts

that pound his face

from the inside out

keeps telling himself to find something

to keep his mind from these thoughts

keeps waking up to think

waking up a little more

on the inside

a reality speaking with random

phrases thoughts scattered

quite possibly aimless

somewhere there has got to be

something out across that field

opening day without a cloud

spring has arrived

or so it seems…