The concept of time, pace, space and me
Sometimes, my heart beats fast
Then it slows, then it slows to rhythm
My mind thinks and projects
Then it ponders and holds
With reasons, not to be so bold
My eyes sees, past the horizon
Pastures green on my lawn
Then it becomes blocked in visions view
I read a book and unlock my thoughts
Then my thoughts, becomes a locked door
Contemplation and procrastination ripe on arrival
As though I am old and still young
Sat in the womb, naked with no umbilical cord
Imprisoned castles with glass roofs and walls that surround
Surrealism of dreams and abstract thoughts
I am stood out; lord over looking the projected fear
I just placed in a jar, like a kidney stone
def not worth it if all we are is trapped by the thoughts...they should free us...and send us out...
ReplyDeleteVery cool. I really like how you transitioned midway through, two different tones and voice, great job. Love those last 3 stanzas. Thanks
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this, enjoyed how your heart slowed to a good rhythm. Hopefully you will never experience the agony of that dreaded kidney stone!
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