My mind

Windless evening,

sweaty forehead,

responsibilities I am forgetting,

makes my world seem dead.

Memories flash by

while walking on a lonely road,

of good times and times of cry,

cursing and regretting and giving people an ode.

Future plans going awry,

the present 's directionless.

Like Loki's Chitouri,

fighting a war, victory-less.

Seeing people in a good mood,

makes me miss a few fools.

Suddenly a thought comes about a car's hood,

suddenly asking, am I the fool?

Thinking of my country and my life,

suddenly realizing I was home,

living by the edge of a knife

and spending sleepless nights on the bed of foam.