I wouldn't know where to start from the hopeless days that pile into hope filled-nights When I blink my eyes And miss the sun rise seven times As if detached from my body Prisoner of a mind, unmoored The world will keep turning And My Body will keep flowing fluent in the art of disconnection As my mind Searches for a direction Feigning a connection Diving deeper and deeper Yet always falling short by one meter - Collin Anthony Cyster