Sense of entitlement prevails in primitive minds

I am not zoning out
My mind is going places
From somewhere to nowhere
Through Greatness and nothingness
I can travel to places you will not believe

Life is stressful
Sometimes we have to leave
And travel through our minds till we reach our needs

Life is chaotic
Sometimes we have to leave
To avoid the silence
And the noise

Life is a nightmare
And sometimes we need to dream

from birth
the cup is filled with water
dust will and can land
directly in your cup
but fear not
for it goes to the surface
stones are a whole different thing though
they weigh more
than your water in your cup
they’ll push it out
leaving you
with a cup of stones
and tiny spaces with water
that used to be clean

Broken-record words,
twirl in the lobes of a brain.
Don’t play again.