I am none the wiser.

I’m not sure where I’ve been.
I’m not sure where I’ve gone,
Or where I’m coming from,
Or what has happened,
In these few summer months.

And how did the saving sun,
Ruin me?
How have I let you in,
My inner core?
Which is rotten now.

And lies sink deeper still.
This is the powder from my soul,
Kept in a glass jar,
On my window sill.

Images of my past,
Hang warped and torn,
On my wall.
And your feet,
So quiet, so small.

Apprehension has the best of me,
And I have challenge with,
Shat I see.

Just the evocation of my head,
And the truth found in my bed.
My heart has always been a liar,
And my mind cannot think for itself.

I am none the wiser.