It's bizarre, surreal
My ego, my mind
Reeling me in
To ideas it finds
The story it pedals
I buy hook n'line
Too willing each time
Unconscious, unsettled
Until I fall out drunk
Future-tripped up
In my head, in the zone
Like a bad hood I shouldn't visit alone.
Am I a drone like so many I see?
Their 9-to-5 won't let them be
I couldn't be that, though it's true
I'm human and act on cue
But for rigorous work
Breaths that intrude
I glimpse reality
Like a sexy muse
It strips my thoughts
The past and the plans
Like a godess touch
Light it lands
Planted firmly
It seems to say:
Just be here now
Be present and play
All is well in this
Finite space
Narrow and infinite
Nothing to chase
I love you
Loving me
Here for you always
Being what you see.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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