stagnation
Writing writing writing
and in that solemn stillness
Noise? Confusion? Words, rather
The hope to escape stagnation
The unfocused nature of late night thoughts
Where does the body end, and the mind begin,
what place does stream of consciousness have in our world?
Do we live by rationalization or the rationing of love
Parceled out to us in friends and family and lovers
Mired eternally in confusion and bitterness.
Ah first world problems,
So overwhelming and yet so trivial,
Do you regret your own life?
do you too feel the stagnation of your existence, your mind slipping into disuse and molding away.
and in that solemn stillness
Noise? Confusion? Words, rather
The hope to escape stagnation
The unfocused nature of late night thoughts
Where does the body end, and the mind begin,
what place does stream of consciousness have in our world?
Do we live by rationalization or the rationing of love
Parceled out to us in friends and family and lovers
Mired eternally in confusion and bitterness.
Ah first world problems,
So overwhelming and yet so trivial,
Do you regret your own life?
do you too feel the stagnation of your existence, your mind slipping into disuse and molding away.