How I think

It's how I think,
It's how I feel,
Detached from everything,
That's real,
Working through the life
That's mine,
Trying to leave my
mark on time.
Knowing that
The brutal void
Will entice
The unemployed
So, I mark this
For that day,
That moment it
Came into play.
Now sleep, those muscles,
Tired and torn,
All shy incense,
Retired, forlorn.