Dislocated,
Infiltrated,
lost without a clue,
Spilling from the edges,
Into deeper shades of blue,
Torn asunder,
Drifting under,
Hanging on for life.

Thrashing,
Smashing,
Wingtips crashing,
Warning signs are rife.

A vision in the distance,
Is it real or a distraction?
Following a dream,
Or just another reflex action?

Song and dance,
Clenched fists and rants,
Climbing up the walls,
Need a drink,
don't want to think,
What's lurking in those halls.

Gripe and shout,
Lashing out,
Pent-up fears,
Breaking down in tears.

Fall in a heap,
Trust in sleep,
The escape to peace,
Counting sheep,
no soul to keep,
Just waiting for release...

Ryan Price
(January 18th 2010)

It's not big art, just random, chaotic thoughts...