unclogging the mind

Where are you now....

Will I ever get there...

I often wonder what makes your sun rise
Because I seem to be stuck in some sort of statis...

Yes... statis...not moving forward or backward...
Stuck in the greyness of dusk...

I tried to block out my thoughts...
I tried to stop asking why...

But even when I don't think...
and stare at the vast expanse before me

I know...
I am seeking for you...