What lucid state is this?
You call it madness but you are solid still.
Forever searching for something, afresh anew, because there is tedium in knowledge. Predictability, how dull to have everything just so.
Excitement comes when holding your knees under your chin you hurl yourself into a sea of mystery.
And yet there is laziness too. Failing to finish what you started, tossing it aside because drawing all the threads together into a comfortable rounded solution is irksome. Far better wild expression?
And there is sadness in the familiar. Large ugly rocks shaken relentlessly shuffle to the top exposed, whilst excitement, the beautifully smooth sand sinks out of sight. The trains rattling juddering momentum drags on and you wonder. How did I end up here?
You call it madness but you are solid still.
Forever searching for something, afresh anew, because there is tedium in knowledge. Predictability, how dull to have everything just so.
Excitement comes when holding your knees under your chin you hurl yourself into a sea of mystery.
And yet there is laziness too. Failing to finish what you started, tossing it aside because drawing all the threads together into a comfortable rounded solution is irksome. Far better wild expression?
And there is sadness in the familiar. Large ugly rocks shaken relentlessly shuffle to the top exposed, whilst excitement, the beautifully smooth sand sinks out of sight. The trains rattling juddering momentum drags on and you wonder. How did I end up here?
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