I feud with distraction
Time crumbles
Then falls in horrid sheets

Shards plummet
I cower beneath their hail
With shallow breaths
Expunged and drawn
Desperation coddles
My young,fragile mind

I scramble for the finish
Scribbling and scratching
Ragged, foul and uncouth

Yet what I find
Is a mere shadow of reward
A shimmering illusion
Unworthy of piety and praise

My shambled soul is far better off
Drifting in boundless ecstasy
Unknown and blissfully uncovered
Cool and trotting
At my own steady pace