A state of nothing:
I don’t dream of dreaming, or believe I am here.
I don’t think about how I should feel, or what I should do.
I get on with it: live every day without thinking about living every day.
We allow ourselves to work around time; seldom reversed.
A concept of bending it seems like way too much effort.
Rather we stick to what we know, and believe what we are told to.
There are restrictions, curfews, boundaries, to everything.
Everything we fathom is only what someone else has already imagined.
the beauty in a grey sky is all I need. The isolation of a dark room,
strangely comforts me as much as it drives me (insane).
And I would take insanity over routine; whim over schedule.
Because life is so intricate,
yet we sit here, happy to live in one dimension.
We sit here, talking amongst conversations,
living amongst lifestyles, thinking about thinking things.
Working to deadlines, because rules and regulations make this world..
Everything I never want to be.