Reaching for my mug of coffee,
I realise my actions occur completely unconsciously,
I can't help but overhear conversations and observe the actions of others,
I make judgments,  criticise and scrutinise them all.
This mind loves to keep busy,  
A never ending sequence of non consequently nonsense.

Am I also a broken robot,
are these concepts actually programed in to my psyche.
I learn to breath awareness and see inside,
Yet I still feel like I'm made of cotton *****,
and other heavy things.
Perhaps I've obsorbed too much,
it seeps out dampening my thoughts.
In a dream where the dreamer is half asleep, half awake.
Sometimes I forget things, this dream seams so real.
A never ending game I dreamt up,
While I slept.