really old high school poetry

I sit and stare upon the sky
As the world so swiftly passes by
No one stops to ask me why
Or What it is that so disturbs

This is the place where the mild ones go
Where the wind blows over hills of snow
And the clouds pass by as if they know
What it is that so disturbs

Withdrawn and silent do I stare
Upon the wispy shapes so fair
And ask the blinding snowy glare
What it is that so disturbs

But nary an answer can be found
To the questions that so abound
Still hidden upon that silent mound
Lies What it is that so disturbs

Soon the sun falls out of sight
High mountains filter out the light
Tomorrow will regain the fight
With What it is that so disturbs

As I give up my peaceful post
My mind remains in rapid coast
Pursuing that ever present ghost
What it is that so disturbs

My destination is ahead
My mission is not ever dead
For the false world outside my head
Is what it is that so disturbs

What it is that So Disturbs
May 1995