Distraction In Confusion

typing
thinking
listening to a song
trying & searching
for the answers
sometimes its exciting
sometimes its hurting
sometimes it bleeds suddenly
sometimes it mends easily

too soft to be touched
too hard to be held
too small to be kept
too big to show

its burning, we can feel it
its breaking, we can see it
its falling apart, we can watch it
but when its curing, we don't know what to do with it

disturbing
annoying
irretating
still im walking
still im flying
even i know i have no wings
but there i sit,
right on the cloud
in the blue sky