I was drifting around.
Perhaps looking for something that will never be found.
I was standing in an alley of mirrors and smoke.
A mindful of words.
But there was nothing I could say.
I tried to call out.
Except when I opened my mouth to speak not a single word was spoke.
I tried to scream.
But the words caught in my throat.
The more I tried to talk the more I started to choked.
My lips moved silently as my hands flailed violently.
Emotions quietly weeping from my eyes.
I am a mime whose happily painted face expresses sadness.
A mime madly motioning about my madness.
I am a doll.
A marionette on strings.
Seemingly dancing as I swing. .