Spaces

Seeing loosening spaces, unraveling laces
opening up in unwanted places
trying to get a grip
trying to not let it slip
rummaging in space, grasping at straws
desperate for a pause
trying to clasp at that time
where a stitch might save nine
An era goes by in a flicker
I slowly make my grip more firm
but soon begin to squirm
as it seems to slip through quicker

Seeking a different shade,
looking for a different tinge
searching for that part of mine
which was lost on coming unhinged
Shivering, trembling and meanwhile trying assembling
the gist of the spaced-apart thoughts in my mind
seeking to put forth a picture clear and well-defined

Wary of yet again slipping down the dark slope
I rummage in search of something with which I can cope
Often hit by a feeling of strangeness and disorientation,
that out-of-place, out-of-my-league sensation

Living in this contorted, turbulent millenial space
with things said to be threatened with vanishing without a trace
where things are fleeing at unmatchable, near-uncatchable pace
I drift around searching for my space, my place of solace
Amidst the noise of the pretentious positivity that pervades
The elixir unfound, continues to confound and evade