You confused child.
All along in thy shoes, style.
What I see, it proves the wild
- a dark spacious room full of missing clues and the air is mild.
Engulfed and overwhelmed by action,
with weakness you roof and shell only half a basin.
A fine yacht, aloof, yet propel without a captain.
..You allude and impel something that will never happen.
Left alone the incomplete
clean and empty..
silent with not a single beat.
no dust. just empty.
