Are You Kidding Me?

Vacancy plagues the mind No direct connection Left out, hung to dry It's time, It's time, It's time It's time to fill this house with words Feeling so very temporary Forefront ever idle Fake apparition holds tight The light that it emits is growing dim Next action is paramount Swimming across a shallow lake Perilous journey Course set Constant motion Keelhauled body Exhausted pushing onward Appearing with bloodied limbs Now noticing the state of the house In disarray