drifting

I'm reading
Writing, and repeating
Like it has a use,
Will be my muse

Feels so useless
Clueless
Talk not helping
Everything fleeting

Like a distance
Melting into the floor
Like I'm no vast entity
Soaking more and more

Blurry, no filter
Everything
The bubble expanding
Nothing kept outside

Gone when I grasp
Think if I may
Change is too fast
Nothing to last

Useless for me
But no clue
What it does for you
For anyone