Fast, fast the heart beats
Like it ran miles before I lay,
But the body just sleeps.
Flashes.
Flashes the eyes see,
White, black, gray, colours
With no definition.
Circle within a circle within another;
I need to reach the end but why bother!
End is nowhere. End is right here.
What does the mind seek?
Pictures hang on the walls,
Bring its selotape, it may
Cohere the fragments of the psyche.
Lost is the will,
MOOD gives convenience-
Excuses made,
Choices unmade,
Relations done,
Work undone.
Mood is all one needs.
Words leave the fingers
Do they reach you?
Does the mind reach you?
So much to think, so much to rectify,
The mind races on
But the body just sleeps.
YOU ARE READING
Memologs
Non-FictionDreams, realizations, revelations- personal, true, private, pensive. Writing for understanding myself, for understanding others, world around. To know my own perspective which risks to be lost with the number of things and people I see and listen to.
