looking past the images in my brain i can't see past those images those images are behind the images confusion overtakes an already feble mind frail are the thoughts that run through my brain they drip like water into a never ending pond rippeling across soft calm waters soon the ripple's fade away as if they were never even there thoughts like stones drop to the bottom of the shallow pond thoughts like leaves from the trees above float on the top of the water which is better a thought that fades a thought that will be there forever but never realized never seen a thought that will eventually wither and die and blow from the surface of the pond Are they thoughts or are they people people never seen that fade and die and blow away i am the rock, my presence will make a unrealized unseen lasting impression apon everything that looks apon the pond however noone will ever know there is no glory in the rock the glory lays with the ripple glory fades there is no closure for the rock closure lays with the withered leaf closure is death the rock stands as a testiment of time but noone notices or even cares anymore the rock is forgotten