life a mystery

The hum is getting louder
To fill this space of naught
I think it's called insanity,
this little wooden box
For a reason I don't know
The night is turning young
The time was ticking,
lights were flicking
Now content, I hum
Flaming fires rewind back
To when the forest grew
When vegetation, cottages
Were scarce but at least new
From modern day I'm falling back
the space catches my fear
Til at least the only thing
is a hum I hear
Black Soffes and green flip flops
become white stockings, nix the socks
and lace adorns the necks of all the fair
Whose legs ascend the Model T's
in horse drawn carriage-busy streets
and new white lilies sitting in their hair
They daren't do a thing that's out
of place and out of mind
We daren't call a friend a thing
that may be harsh, unkind
We mind our business like the time
when carriages were naught
The time of nothing, lack of thing
not happiness or joy
or even sorrow
even pain
just the blankest void
I call out but no one hears
I call out, I cry
but I must wait til night does come
And takes back all that I have won
Til finally the earth does let me die
Let's fast-forward for the sake
of lack of empty page
Creation, a history
Life--A Mystery
And on my tongue
the faintest hum,
constantly expanding
A universe away
It fails to stay
For one more day
Or infinity
It just depends on how much tape
and how much time
you have to sit and watch the black screen
of insanity
this little wooden box