Another Oldie Not full Like an empty bird cage Just being, only being, no meaning. Mouse trapped in a maze An enigma blinding reason. Hollow this time of satirety Being in a place of silence Hopeless it is entirely Cobwebs cocooning all eternity Colourless rain falls to form a puddle In it an image, bent and muddled. Saddened jaded porcelain Merely fragments with stone, I resistantly entwined Stark, Motionless, Alone.