Midnight rants

Glazed stare,
deaf to the world
not hearing the
internal beat
nor the music of
my life.
Simple desire,
complexity broken
down; simplicity a
necessity, but
nowhere found.
Restless wandering,
pointless processes
why fight it?:
this animal ferocity,
it brings me down
as low as ever, but
can I blame anyone
but myself
Lowered gazes, secrets
whispered, can it be
happening again?