Blank is what my mind is, just like this page,
Until I awaken from my somber sleep,
In an instance, I am consumed my thoughts that make sense,
As the day progresses, it fills my brain,
Just as this page will eventually recall, my story is just the same,
There is some end in sight in both this page and my life,
Each having its own end.
I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality.