These blank spaces
These silent seconds
These periods of pause
These periods of stillness

That's when a voice is heard
not something I want to heed
She comes around aloud 
harbinger of questions and fears

Life does seem long

Life does seem weary

When you count the stillness

When you live in blank spaces

Always awaiting

Always looking around the corner

for bends and becoming

to never be still 

A drifter drifting 

not in the silent stillness

choosing chaos unbecoming 

never in these blank spaces.