#2,407 Missingness

Then there is this missingness –
of purpose – as if my time is all
I have to play with – A vacuum
is filled by flowing thoughts of
adjustments to my past – we’ll
not win with mind control – In
this room I don’t connect – my
place of emptied air – I exhale
& inhale myself – I could stroll
down to a coffee shop & swap
cash for service – for talk – but
buying a life has got me here –
Chat from my radio is my carer