When it seems as though The human coil is unravelling And we have peaked Our REM of creativity And we seem awash In half-baked positive negativity And the whole world seems To be drowning in self-induced sleep While even the watchers Seem to have both eyes closed...
Turn this thing around And open bloodshot eyes. Stop your own unravelling And delve deeper into creativity. Strengthen the bonds Of your own exclusive and non-exclusive spheres. Allow your peaceful world to dawn Even though the outside world drowns In its own exclusive and non-exclusive pool of fears.
Salvaging and maintaining what we can in devastating storms of life, and to never stop growing and caring or trying to care for others who are in their own little worlds.
REM (rapid eye movement): The phase of sleep in which most dreams occur. During rapid eye movement sleep, a person's brain activity, breathing, heart rate, and blood pressure increase, and the eyes move rapidly while closed. Used as a metaphor in this poem.
"Watchers" in this poem does not refer to angels as in the biblical context. "watchers" generally refers to individuals who actively monitor or observe something, often with the intent to protect, detect changes, or report on specific activities.