the flurry of
activity
has me in a fury of
manic dissociation
as i drift off
during mundane tasks
lost in impossible
riddles with no
necessity except
to keep me spinning
rather than actually
accomplishing anything

i feel like a void
shimmering in my own
lack of importance
a mirage on the road
wispy lines vanishing
the closer you get
luckily no one gets
close enough to see
i just remind myself
how it went last time
and let the ache play
filling the silence