Mourning Skies

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I don't have the best memory
Most of the time I blame it on me
My inability per say
That I can't grasp reality
I am a separate entity clinging to this vessel
I'm no even omniscient
Just another energy blinking in and out of existence like a pop up that won't go away every time you click force quit
If zoning out was an Olympic sport
I would bring home the gold
But I wouldn't remember it because chances are I would forget the sound of walking on stage or dismiss the entire thing once walking off stage
I cling to this vessel with such desperation though because it's all that I have
Hope too but mostly this sickly body
That seems to hate me some times and love me during others
It just wants to go through the cycles of every day but I want to take it across the world
I want our eyes to mesh and converse about the stars we both see
Compare the stars smiling in our eyes
Maybe my thoughts and it's actions will one day sync up and we will not be dragging in two different directions.
Some days I feel like a leech
Some days I let the cycle take over
But all it does is leave me with doubt and the body
In a never ending cycle of lethargy
I want to take over and bring us to a time when we are happy with ourselves
But there's one thing we both can agree
That happiness will not come
Unless we work to make it be