Randomness

Restless Soul

Oh, what is life like without a restless soul?--
Does the grass glow a fresh green?--
Do the rocks sing beneath of the morning rain?--
Does a bird glide by without an unsettled feather upon its wing?--
So many times I ask myself why I don't listen--
Why I don't hear--
Why I don't see, smell, taste or touch--
Why does my restless soul keep me from such things, replacing them with a world which I can never reach?--

Why must I be tormented in this way?--
Never do I truly see the evening as it is, but as it could be--
Never do I hear the owl's questioning in the night, mind buzzing with questions of my own--
Never can my soul touch another's, always preferring to be drawn into the mist of an unseen evening--
Never can I smell the freshly roasted ham sitting upon my table, for instead my mind wanders elsewhere--

Oh, what a distant, lonely life it is to carry out, living as a restless soul--
My heart yearns for something to hold, but my fingers find no object--
My ears yearn for something to hear, however static fills my mind when silence fills my clock--
My nose yearns to smell, but no fragrance is as pungent as those within my own mind--
My eyes yearn to see, however my mind clouds them with visions of its own, distracting them from the 'is now,' in replacement for the, 'what it could be'--
My soul drifts upon the mist of my own mind, hovering in a field consumed by the relentless war between chaos and order; never there is found a winner--

Forever are my eyes deceived by their own dark drapes which consume them in the night--
Forever are my ears restless in the silence--
Forever is my nose adrift in its own little world--
Forever are my arms empty, my hands bracing for impact, but never scraping the asphalt--
Forever is my soul restless, adrift, looming over my own desires but too scared to face them--
Oh, what is life like without a restless soul?--
That, I will never, truly, ever know.

7/9/2020
1AM 😅