Still yet still in motion.
I lay here ever questioning.
How we all came to be?
Why have we encountered certain  tragedies?
Must I love all the things I see?
Are you and I supposed to be?
Is it all a dream?
I slowly forget that I’m spinning.
Laying here focused on my ceiling.
Dreaming about all the possibilities.
Every thought that seamlessly traces my mind is divine.
May we all be dreamers.
In the day.
In the night.
Wide awake.
Fast asleep.
There’s always a new dream.