Nothing Days

(ask me why I cry, I'll answer you with nothing - for the truth is I
don't know, I'm having one of those 'nothing days')

My mind strays and wanders
And I lose myself in a torrent
Of unwanted thoughts
That haunt a thousand
Sleepless nights.
In restless strolls
I dream a lifetime
And spread my soul
On a pincushion
Of unneeded conversations.
Inspiration lies wasted
In the shadow of a long forgotton enthusiasm
That once generated
My entire being in the direction
Of intiatives imagined.
And where am I?
Left naked and drained
Drowning in a sea of self pity
Form which I no longer care
To escape.

(Yet, I am just having one of those nothing days, misery won't spoil
the sun upon another dawn.)