Midnight rants

I was up late one night and decided to write this

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?