Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Love as a side effect, consequential integrity
Vague senses, motionless in segregated reality
Listlessly awaiting a moment of clarity
My actions faded into a loss in actuality

Come across the cost of living, an occupation
Save the taste of an instance, in completion
Words floating in the seas of time, constant motion
Never giving into life or deaths constitution

Sadly the winds of action change
Into a motion that seems so strange
Dismantled in truth, but still within range
Buried in an absence to ways we rearrange

In the morning come after, we stroll
Lost to any sense of control
But, falling back inside our role
To find, we are now whole