Whatever whatever

Lost, in the longing

adrift in the nether

clinging to hope

roped but untethered

thief of my sanity

cause of this grief

the nothing that creeps in

and steals my sleep

I do not know

the cruel hand that holds

and so it goes

I am the fool that folds

Cannot expect to be full on crumbs

nor can you cover the obvious shift

spacial problems are also a sum

and I am becoming dormant with it

so be it

it is, what it is

till it isn’t anymore

right ?! and so I drift