There’s something hindered.
And that’s what makes it tough to place.
A decision was made.
Mood-caused eras rise up.
The world is smoothed over and
Serene and you’re clenching your jaw.
Your heart pounds you quiet and fast.
It rattles.
Your body aches and it leaks.
We apparently have to remind ourselves to breath.
There’s an absence in your basics.
In your follicles and marrow.
You won’t be this way very long.
A mind run dry.
Tense without trying.
Muscles flex like there’s someone left to impress.
Don’t talk to me about Zen.