Neutral

Like an engine revving
the voice was full of roar,
never trembling from the energy,
but the transmission in the heart
was stuck in neutral,
no fuel of the will to shift the gears
and race towards in finish line.

Hands groped at any litter
just to feel,
the trash explained as goal
to explained with fabrications
why the brain with whirlwinds
just never gets to any destination,
settling for the mementos
of crafted clutter as crowns.