Parcels of time
Spent in rooms
Dreaming

There is no separate me
Just journeys
Through energetic fields

My fingertip
Is
At the end of my being

The space within me
Is
The universe

Some celebrate
Understanding
Others hearts
Beat uninterested
Within

The system feeds itself
As chemicals tell me
This is good
This is bad

Sleep falls
And I avoid pain

To lead an exciting life
Is preferable

Who cares what others may say