Crust..

Indecisive, life, the questioning existence, a stand point, emotions

Crust..

To each and their own province
Which thoughts lie still so deep?
A quest breaks from stillness-
flooding the grounds.
Where patterned buttlerflies fly-
fast away.
A panoramic view of time stood still-
clambors to find sleep.
From what direction does a hostile wind blow?
In which the crust of the precipice-
determines its breaks.