Melon sized orb driven thoughts,

life’s lessons in a dream.

No time tempo caught.

No measured tick,

Only a set of steady hiccups.

Moving more in death than life,

waiting for the next slip up.

Random expressions of time,

transitions faced but not wanted,

long past their prime.

No more whispers only cries,

longings lost in disjointed sighs.

Am I dead or am I still alive?