Trapped in a moment,
A moment of a thought.
The thought of a memory.
It fades in & out or comes & goes, whether clear or unclear, it is of memory, a picture or scene.
It plays, over & over at times.
Motionless, I be, still I can see that u are not, as if in haste, a blur past me. Then, I fade into another thought.
Looking at me, starring at u, as if we were making love & something wrong was said, such a cold stare. That look as if u were wondering of me or even plotting.
Unclear, I awake 2 u, your eyes closed, I think, what a fucked up dream, what a fucked up vision. I sigh, close my eyes & it begins again.
Motionless, I be, only 2 think & I see,
Of memory, a picture or scene, a memory of thought,
the thought of a moment.
A moment I'm trapped in, as if, frozen in this dreamstate, until it completes.
It plays over & over....at times adding, but, only when I close my eyes, then.. it begins again.