Uneasiness had stung 
Spoke to me if was I only
A chronicler 
So I came to observe
It what seemed like a
Long journey
The tiredness had not yet set in.

What ever was spent here
Is what was received here 
Perhaps the body toiled
The mind thought
As nature would like it designed,
And the space 
It now remained abandoned
By god
But a shadow that remained still. 

Should I speak my thoughts?