?....?....?

i am this
     air of stillness
contemplating, lost
     in thought, or
have my thoughts lost
     their way from me?

where am i in between
     myself and not?
a green smoke of canopies,
     whispering shelter
that birds sing for, nothing.
     i do not sing.

lost in thought, thoughts
     running away,
the dead path of the estranged.
     i cannot go back, lost
and forgetting where
     i began. silent
is this song.