Hallway
I am not
in control,
yet I move
through it all,
hurtling myself
forward
in blind
ambition
and knowledge,
not knowing
where this
is leading me,
or where
I want it
to end.
I feel nothing,
yet
I am aware
of it all,
overloaded
into
mobile
paralysis,
numb to experience,
as if
I was
dreaming it all
from a distance.
And here
I am again,
falling again,
because
it feels more
familiar
than stopping
to make sense
of it all.
I
can only
look behind me
as they all
fade away
and
make sense
of it
