Every time I try to close my eyes,
The world behind inflames and ignites,
It whispers and it screams,
It doesn't let me draw my dreams,
It an art - not a simple one mind you,
It's fluid, never the same, always anew,
There's no quiet, but there's peace,
Even if I don't recognize a singular piece,
It's always bustling, keeping me awake,
But once in awhile it offers me a break.
I slip into a state of comatose,
Dead, or I seem to resemble so.
I dream what I remember naught,
But there are leftover emotions - trapped and caught.
Sometimes I pant heavily,
Sometimes I sigh dreamily,
But there's never a quiet,
Not even in the middle of the night.
I've tried, to calm this racing mind,
But there's no knowing what goes behind
An infinite pause on the momentous,
An abyss of chaos, pitiful and hilarious,
It's everything at once, and nothing at all,
I believe it's equivalent to Alice's endless fall.
But it ends, and it repeats,
It's not a loop, never the same beats,
But it reoccurs, and it collides,
A memory unravels, A memory hides,
And I wonder sometimes - what if there was a quiet?
Would I enjoy the morning silent light?
My company ends with me opening my eyes,
And underneath logic & reality, it awaits in disguise.
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Words Of An Idle Mind
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