And here we move from "Old Crap" to "Old Stuff" (start at the first poem, "Back in the Day")! Instead of trying to deal with my mind, I sat down and wrote about a subject. In this case, the subject was still closely related to my mind, it was liminality.
I am actually surprised by this one, I can actually read it without making faces :D
And! I can finally say "enjoy!"


As my voice echoes off into the night sky
I feel as though time is standing still, waiting for the right time to move
Waiting for my first move, a reaction I assume
I send out a cry as nothing calls back
Solitude under the pale moonlight
Now I realize, liminality is all I’ll ever know
My songs fade with the coming dawn
Yet none of the sun’s warmth can reach my sleeping soul
My breath follows the river’s pace
A swift movement, going to and fourth from nowhere
Solitude, with nowhere to go, nothing to search for
No questions to ask, no answers to seek, no place to come back to
Solitude, as cold as a snowy night, yet so beautiful
Things come to you when you’re alone, ideas, thoughts, fiction…
Light from the stars guide me to somewhere quiet
They make a path that I will follow into deep, quiet eternity
Solitude…it can be a wonderful thing if there’s nothing left
Nothing to seek, nowhere to go; liminality