It doesn’t matter

whatever happens in the blink of the eye

that transfers me from life to death

It’s empty.

Figuring out the reasons is

an ungrateful endeavor

because hour after hour

It changes

and ranges

from high till down below

full circle

overgrown

or shallow

may I starve or may I wallow

It doesn’t matter

between

everything and nothing

I have my dreams

and sometimes

they seem more real

than real.