Haze
The tiny Humans play
minds full of STATIC
a soft lull, the peaceful Ocean
my Mind is a roar
perplexing and vexing,
never Silent never Still.
Intelligence;
a Blessing and a Curse
the existential crisis of the Human race
ever impending doom
Thought;
the fabric de soul
the Monologue
Humans, capricious nature
simple facade...
Mind,
average and content
boring
Me, Mind,
Stormy sea
a blessing...
or a Curse?
This poem is about:
Me