Silent contemplation in this situation, A subjective tense; here & now in position, Power over others I do not have, It’s enough to be me & to be glad.
A system of culture & society, The ability & right to do this is free, Or in other words of lecture & speech, What I could learn & what I could teach.
Consistent situation; flowing options known, Explanation happening; exactly shown, Why I did this & how I did that, Scenario now passed within an online chat.
Seemingly the situation is carefully planned, Expected routines die; spontaneity banned, Thinking things a certain way ruins them, Logic escapes when eleven follows ten.
The paradox of content confuses my intent, Many ideas I could try & present, As pride predicts meaningless conquest, When all I want to do is rest.
Outward off the planet, I look above, To say hello to all that life is made of, Curiosity & imagination of possibility, The other side of what is known as reality.
As I segment the search of what happened, I currently don’t remember, so what then? Some way I’ll know what to write, Somehow I’ll feed the mouth that will bite.
When the present moment escapes my view, Thinking of the future to know what to do, Thinking of the past; played out in my mind, A gentle gesture of trying to be kind.
Once again I can face what is ahead, Ideas & notions my mind has said,
Although I weed out thorns of thought, There is a debt of choices I have bought.
Careful ways of saying what I feel, Or nothing in my thoughts to reveal, I could create a story of how things are, My mind telling me I’ve gone too far.