Chyral inman2/1/06
The Quiet is so deafening, the calm is so crazy,
A second takes forever my thinking is so lazy.
The very existence of me, it confuses me,
The reflection is nothing I want it to be.
The steps I am taking seem to stand in place,
The improvement in me is a Motionless race.
Though I see the changes ahead in my future, the path there is Lost,
I often think that this void has really made my Goals get tossed.
I'll sit in the Quiet, I'll watch the future unfold, I'll wait,
Perhaps I am moving so fast, I cannot see that Trait.
Soon enough I will see where I am, of this I am sure,
For the future always reveals what has come, what is in store.