"your old road is rapidly changing."
a once forgotten memory
resurfaced
a ripple on a something crossed so long ago.
isolated in a dark room
a red light glowing as the mind ceases to accept outside reality
until it comes barging through the obscure black and white print
there
before eyes which though blinking still see it clear
crystal clear
uncomfortably clear
and while questions abound
a simple phrase echoes
incessently
"dont think twice, its alright"
breathing constricts as vision blurs
2am, 3am, 4am, 5am
the clock no longer has seconds, just hours
endlessly ticking until hours no longer matter
daylight and night is the same
everyplace looks the same
while the yearning for difference dies
without even being realized
a contintent streches before and the bumps even out
people traveling, migrating
while change is being accepted as not change at all
and a window looking out into the world sees only the world
as if the world could fit into a window frame.
resurfaced
a ripple on a something crossed so long ago.
isolated in a dark room
a red light glowing as the mind ceases to accept outside reality
until it comes barging through the obscure black and white print
there
before eyes which though blinking still see it clear
crystal clear
uncomfortably clear
and while questions abound
a simple phrase echoes
incessently
"dont think twice, its alright"
breathing constricts as vision blurs
2am, 3am, 4am, 5am
the clock no longer has seconds, just hours
endlessly ticking until hours no longer matter
daylight and night is the same
everyplace looks the same
while the yearning for difference dies
without even being realized
a contintent streches before and the bumps even out
people traveling, migrating
while change is being accepted as not change at all
and a window looking out into the world sees only the world
as if the world could fit into a window frame.
posted by helloitsme at 3:27 PM
2 Comments:
"Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe..."
People have to fit the world into a frame. Everyone's world exists in a frame. They can't measure it otherwise, and measurement is often perceived as crucial for understanding. But this is often a fallacy.
Hmm.
Good poem. Past resurfacing, paralysing.
someone knows there Dylan....
sometimes the idea that putting our world into those self constructed perimeters is the reason we have high rates of deppresion and illness.
the body responds to the mind, and although we have not and probably never will get the mind, we have to accept that no matter what, it will always control us and by closing it off then everything will suffer.
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