Mind over Matter If I didn’t know any better I should be going crazy Sitting in dark rooms Staring at atoms In the ceiling Looking into a magnified Vision of time past I should be all in my feelings Feeling down and out Waddling in self-pity and doubt A licensed psychiatrist note pad full Prescription filled; on anxiety pills Dr. Phil! But I’m not, I feel great From no thoughts of my own I can’t give them credit Because if it were left up to my thinking I’ll be sad, defeated, bothered, mean-spirited But I’m not, I feel great Constantly tested, labeled restless Buying time with nowhere to go Warp speed with no end zone I should be licking windows Pain Break Shatter Dark Matter But I’m not, I feel great How could this be? Inside of me A third eye unseen The center of my solar system Orchestrating the gravity That keeps me grounded I should be going crazy But I’m not, I feel great An attractive force Pulling all my matters Together Boom Bang Poof Fizz A star is born For every star that died My dense remnant core Left behind Irrelevant Dark Space no longer fills my mind Left brain, right brain Einstein MsNicole 2014
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 18:12:02 +0000