Lying on my duvet, I sink into thought,
With a mote of cake in my mouth.
Bemused, I turn to getting besotted
With my mind at sea, I cant help but feel
Feel the breeze of the evening wind
The sight of a full moon with large stars.
Disdainfully, I start to laugh,
A laughter that fills the room with aloneness.
Sick with memory, I look guileful
My mind taking part in this chat
A virulent gossip of the brain.
A life well built, poorly lived.