The nature of the mind is wandering and wondering

Occasionally moments come and solidify the trajectories

Minor distraction with the concrete life clusters

We remain stagnant in these swells
Momentarily modest and content

but soon another trajectory comes

Tenacious and full of sublime intention

Another cluster consumes

We spin dizzy and smile like slap stick

We stumble into artificial antics
If one stops we may crumble

Another episode expelled

We leave these remnants for discovery

Never giving thought for a soul communicating compromise

Time goes and the conclusions are never as good as it's momentum

With a bandits tenacity we scream for more

Knowledge lost and won in life's absurd rotation

We attempt at a world concise and absent of complicating

With skies like a sandbox
Blue rims and tan spread

With a garden fully weaved

No **** or wandered root found

You may sigh for these scenes now abstract and animalistic

Perception is key when the colors blend and tree's retreat into seed

A sun rises still

Expressing it's discomfort with a rain storm spewing sanctuary

Please wash away these notions of godly intervention

Please stop this mind that refuses to move past the green light