My cluelessness aging
My cluelessness aging (13-05-2020)
We live in a forest of puzzles and problems. Most of them are imaginary. There is no need for the clue, just clean up your sore imagination. Unless there is a personal cluelessness aging. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
I know the clue
But what of it, useless
I cannot get through
The cluelessness ruthless
That chokes my mind
With struggle for nothing
I’m being declined
By cluelessness smashing
The moments of living
I’ve used, love the most
Closed up with a stealing
And furious ghost
My self, has become
From years desperate looking
For clues to the numb
My conscience unhooking
My life is a forest
Of clues always useless
They’re perfectly chorused
In uselessness rootless
They are, not a few
But endlessly numbered
I don’t want the clue
To my, conscience slumbered