A short slumber's dream
Still lingers and fingers intrigue,
Confusing perceived reality past
With idealistic
And productive situations,
Yet pertaining to my original regret.
Although scattered and rushed,
Preparation seemed sufficient
For that test that made me sweat.
A quest for knowledge. Wisdom.
A deep desire to understand the mind and self
Is compromised by a surface-level lust.
'Organization' and 'control'
can calm and persuade
that we don't live on a planet spinning like a top,
throwing promises and ideas around like wedding's rice.
Questioning reality and 'where is the Truth that I should trust?'
A cloth hood that hides society,
The wrong pair of glasses nearsightedness,
And a conscience that struggles to find and focus on a core sentence
That will bring me to Enlightenment.
An all-you-can-eat trade of Aderol for painkillers,
A bagel sandwich, green tea exchange of worries, remedies, and lessons learned,
And a reheated quesadilla session on the love of Jesus Christ
As lunch is revealing itself as the meal
To fill up on life.
The metaphor of an airplane's swaying autopilot
Somewhat explains the feeling of progress minus relapse,
But it infers that I've shut off my consciousness and will
To rely on the structure of the world.
Funny- how the light of the day
And smell of the wind
Helps open the mind to
The flowing and natural, outside Earth,
From the emotional, erratic, and unknown universe inside my head.
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