Spent - Black Market Karma

My game

It is both fuelled and slowed by my thoughts

Always the same track I get stuck on

Sunshine

It’s in my hands

Craft into shapes for you

This

It breaks my course

So I can reset and try anew

Black

It’s on my brain

The end we all must know

Again

I’m thinking in terms the sound does not show

It’s endless moving noise that you see but cannot hear

Perhaps I should not be scared

It’s all and anything could be