The Stream

Trapped and frozen in this perpetual state,
The wheels keep turning refusing to brake,

Numbers, words, names, and emotions,
Pluck one and check, Does it sound right yet?
Look at yourself, in a moment reflect
This train is moving, but soon it could wreck,

retaining focus, strapped in the seat,
I take a minute to prepare for the feat,
only a moment of being content
aware of the dangers of being complacent

With ascending awareness,
I break free from my harness,
Afraid of the other way
A feeling of dismay,

and a sense of boredom it seems,
You know,
Slow goes the row in the ponderous stream.

My mind is Blank and body is numb,
I stare into space and bite my thumb,
zoning and thinking Im not looking back,
lost in abstract thought,
things start to look black,
tunneling my vision until all I can see,
Are these nonsensical theories looking back at me,
At times I feel crazy,
a little insane maybe,
but Im learning to control the direction of the stream,
our conscious dream we call reality.

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