
I let my mind sleep,
-Breath,
At least sometimes.
Whenever encountered
With feigned minds.
The gullible and the cowards.
I let my body float,
Harness, at least.
Not by arguing for sophistication,
Not by giving in
For the collectively programmed wants,
And desires.
I. Just. Let. Go.
Roam through the minutes. Hours.
And I caress my enraged soul
And tell my heart
That time is not passing me by,
‘Cause I fly
While I pry.
And I do not cry.
Nor fry
I choose to entreat,
From that brain of mine
And I let the moment sly
For my soul to get by.
Leave a Reply