I kind of let go of my mind and the following came into being. Sometimes there is some sort of sense in the seemingly nonsense. I had not done this for a while now. What is it, you and I have to decipher. However for now, read on for whatever it is worth......
lotus-posed I sit on a chair
the cool harmattan breeze that comes through every opening in the house flirts with me
I wish to know its ploy in its wake
the sun is setting in the sky and the shadows form a shade around me
I am now like melting snow, tilting towards the puddle of memory
the sun fades away giving in to darkness by the time I close my eyes
I crash to the ground with a loud bang, and a cloud of dust rises in my stead
all night I roll from one end of the floor to the other
in the dawning light I run out to nowhere
stunning exit, wouldn't you call it?