Providing

You read this,
my mind,
flood for
the future falling.
Could I ever say
I knew it?
It matched perfectly,
unexpected signals,
lost my device, lost
control.
My space and time
passed away and
so did I, point of
no return.
Still the echo, more real
than I ever was.
Too many unsustainable
ones, wearing the proofs
of our misery,  shame of
hopeless
in spite
of homeless.
Empty hands, poor intentions,
trying to find out
if there are reasons enough
to follow