Patterns

Like salt  my thoughts crumble
Like milk they flow
My heart, my mind, my being
Being be blessed with soul,
Not-ending flow of blood,
never-stopping my beating of my heart,
a screech, a fright in the dying amber-light
from dreams I can never recall
no reasons my action,
no answer for my ?

the low buzz of my silence if noise be stopped.
"Whatever the use of me?"  
Be it answered or not,

Why be born,
Make a change
Be the trigger
Whatever am I for?
I see no future

And past I do not recall
In the present day I seek

Patterns on my bedroom wall