In the Haze

Warm is the freezing darkness of the night...
While I endeavor to begin,
I wanted to put a stop... to!

So much have been demanded control is no more,
and rethinking proves no help to restless minds
and wandering hearts.

Still, as I dwell to cope with survival,
I end up stagnant in circling circumstances
Like popsicle sticks rotting to chocolate cream...
And so I thought!