Thoughts on life.

Here we stand thinking alone.
Chaotic rhythms echoing musical tone
Blank verses written in universal time
White pages filing, nothing to bind

Here we stand mocking death
Satin gloved fingers crushing depth
Lost generations seeking to hold
Molded clay containers of souls.

Here we stand living dreams
Minds tearing through reality's seams
Circles overlapping in infinity's tune

Fallen notes stranded over a red tinted moon.