My thoughts scatter like fall leaves.

Like a deflating balloon in the sky,

they slip through my fingers like sand;

they neither live or die.

Emotions spill like milk;

a kaleidoscope of shades.

Each shape, each pattern

is a stain that refuses to fade.

Like traveling without a map,

I have no direction or light to light the way.

I keep circling around the same street,

never finding a place to stay.

My mind is a ship lost at sea.

My heart tightens like a noose.

Desperately clinging on by a thread,

afraid to lose.