punktuality
Bluelighter
My fragile mind finds itself lost,
Halfway in between infinity and why?
Trapped in this here tangible body,
Yet floating in ethereal forever,
Which reality is more akin to truth?
Is there really even any difference?
But I keep searching for an answer,
That I am almost convinced is not real.
The ones constantly trying to,
Go somewhere and do something,
Are more lost than any other,
For when all the hustling stops,
The world keeps right on moving,
Passing by at a frightening pace,
Consuming a reality that they,
Try desperately to keep up with.
More power to those who stand still,
Resisting the pull of aimlessness,
That drives us in crazed circles,
The world can only truly be seen,
By the few who stand still and,
step back, watching it from afar,
They see the world as it is,
Not as they want it to be.
Halfway in between infinity and why?
Trapped in this here tangible body,
Yet floating in ethereal forever,
Which reality is more akin to truth?
Is there really even any difference?
But I keep searching for an answer,
That I am almost convinced is not real.
The ones constantly trying to,
Go somewhere and do something,
Are more lost than any other,
For when all the hustling stops,
The world keeps right on moving,
Passing by at a frightening pace,
Consuming a reality that they,
Try desperately to keep up with.
More power to those who stand still,
Resisting the pull of aimlessness,
That drives us in crazed circles,
The world can only truly be seen,
By the few who stand still and,
step back, watching it from afar,
They see the world as it is,
Not as they want it to be.
