Thoughts

Lost in the charismatic and chaotic space of thoughts

Thoughts are harboured in a strange port,

With me moving through them more and more,

All I see are films from yore,

Trapping my conscious more and more.

Decent People,call out to visit them more,

Temptation runs deep to reach them more,

Along the way comes "the" slope,

Down this slope I slide more and more,

Until I met friends of yore, 

Misunderstandings, mistakes,anger and more.

Soon the delve me into thoughts of consequence more,

At what point should I project and learn more,

Hours passby more and more,

They lecture and discipline me from fallices before,

Taking lesson from astute sires,

I begin to get sleepy more and more,

A vague sound pull me out of the sleep,

The time on the clock tell me its not the hours to sleep,

Thoughts vanish without a trace,

Only to leave me in a daze for the day.