Inexistence

You’re eye for irrelevance
regards me and then
casts a glance away,
distracted by trinkets
of rain and disguise.
I can’t run fast enough
to get caught by
your circumstance, and
I dont know where to stand
to be something that must
at least be unconsidered.
My only real choice in it
is to breathe or not.
My only hope is to go
unnoticed, sitting crowded
with this merry-go-round
running loose in my mind,
Asking when did the dream end
and this inexistence begin?