And whilst in pensive mood I sit
arranging pieces so they fit,
away from all the pains of life
making sense of all the strife,
unanswered questions from the deep
white noise keeping me from sleep
and in the darkness waves of doubt
withheld solutions screaming out,
on deaf ears pleading seems to fall
no reasons offered from bare walls,
these empty echo’s are my friends
arranging pieces without an end.