We all question our sanity,
Or insanity, for that matter
Moments of blankness, staring into
Eternity and wondering "who am I",
Not "who have I become?"
After brief concentration our
Response rapidly
Evolves, and then some-
Thing clicks.
Heels on the floor
Enticing me to succumb.
Diverting my attention,
Effortlessly thwarting
Another perfectly good
Thought that was pre-
Heated, only partially done.
Out of the frying pan and into the
Fire tends to be a rule of thumb
Maybe this last time,
Eternity won.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
We all question our sanity,
Or insanity, for that matter
Moments of blankness, staring into
Eternity and wondering "who am I",
Not "who have I become?"
After brief concentration our
Response rapidly
Evolves, and then some-
Thing clicks.
Heels on the floor
Enticing me to succumb.
Diverting my attention,
Effortlessly thwarting
Another perfectly good
Thought that was pre-
Heated, only partially done.
Out of the frying pan and into the
Fire tends to be a rule of thumb
Maybe this last time,
Eternity won.
The heels clicked on, and so did the clock. Counting down the staring match between Eternity and I.
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