what was right?

What i write? What i see? I shall drift, fall too deep I shall slip into sleep Can i be? What you grief? All you see, won't be me All you do, excluding me What i write? What i feel? I will draft, my poems to see What is left for me to be? What's done, is undone? Can i freeze the files? Unrecognizable for miles Pushing hope exile What it means? Fertile No perspect, in-dial Artificial magpies Creating all pathetic smiles Can they win, in fight? So fragile, yet, un-arrive When will it end? Noone finds Those funds founded so Craig So far yet no pile Just some words And fractals. (criag= Scottish name for rock/stone)