The State of ..............

In the state of fucked-up-ness I sit and wonder thought s of ludicrous.

My mind drifts at a pace of turmoil.

Sitting, sipping on the elixir of hope and triumph.

Then I ask myself why is it that I think.

Then sun shines and all that taxes my soul.

I feel the pressure of the box that “we” have created;

Walls closing in on the spirit that deduces the illusion of which I think.

Is it possible for one to have a complete thought- not touched by the “majority”

Holding the thought of intangible consciousness.

I, wishing on the star that has flown by a million times; wanting it to slow down for “me”.

Only “me” that matters; I acknowledge that others may exist, but I know that my soul burns for that moment that all wonders are eternal.

Thoughts are a building block on which we ask “why”

Feelings are coupled with the agony of knowing that my thoughts are not my own.

Feel the betrayal of mankind.

I heap myself   and realize that I am me and one in a puzzle that will be finished in “time”;