Troubled Soul

I have a restless spirit
I used to live in the past
The memories tainted by the passage of time
Fondness built upon selective recall

I have a wandering mind
I lose interest in the present
I ponder about the future
The suspense captivates my mind

I have a troubled soul
The very essence of it seems lost
The noise around engulfs me
The hollow inside remains to be filled

© Scosco Lili