My thoughts

The cobwebs settle on my head,
Shadows falling through the eyes.
Drinking with elan the viable light,
Mixing the crossing color hues.
I tilt my head to my left side,
Rays of sun illuminate me in patches.
Sessions of dreaming into nothing,
I reason out,yet fall back fast.
The clothes have food spilled on top,
Signs of laziness for my hands.
Nothing appeases me though now,
A sweat and tear, seem all the same.
People come and speak in queue,
I see moving lips and praying souls.
They want me to recover I guess,
Perhaps from my age and behavior.
I let go of them,not wanting in the least,
How I wish they would feel my heart.
A wane smile and an apologetic nod,
I hope to pass away as one with shod.