Updated: Jan 10, 2018
Here I stare.
Stare into my thoughts and soul.
Take a moment to wake, getting up my goal
But no. Just lay as the sun rises.
“Get up” my mind advises.
I am a happy creature of habit and waiting
I feed off the everlasting, yet constantly negating
Hungry for more, but never satisfied
Stagnant too long, become petrified
Butterflies flutter, sun shines through the shutters
Snow drifts down, birds return, whispers turn to stutters
Repeating the same moment, reliving it in my head
I open the window, the breeze touches my face as I lay in bed
Look to the ceilings thoughts become visual
Like staring at clouds, pulling me back to analog from digital
Phone beeps, then dies. I don’t pick it up, just sigh
I lie here, listening to the snow become rain as time flies
The hypocrisy of the time I’ve spent disconnected
Even though I’m more connected, injected into society, and nested
I live convicted, addicted and afflicted
Evicted from my being, couldn’t have been predicted
Injected and infected, by my thoughts rejected
Expected to be perfected, but soon neglected
Here I lie.