what there is to hold

like a river flowing backwards
words lost in the wind
my hand scratching my head
thoughts wondering as they wander
taking the moments as they come
and wondering where they've gone
all body and all mind
living and deteriorating all the time
these thoughts don't connect
isolated from one another
freed from context
juxtaposed against a mindless backdrop
suffer oh how your suffer great martyr
we grow tired and weary
the cycle repeating
actions caught in a predictable pattern
what more do you want
a pound of flesh
or a gallon of blood
letting words run as they come
all this suffering
you ask yourself why
but there is no one to answer back
so you live and survive
without the answer to the question at hand
don't look to me
my answers are no better than yours
how weak we've become
how weak we are
how strong we are if we dig deep enough
into ourselves
restless nights
sleepless nights
the city shaping our fate
our hands clambering for anything to hold
all there is is what has been here
just us
just us