In this moment,

a surreal response,

almost prison like,

an afterthought of conscious

loss

yet, there is no worry,

seems a peaceful respite,

a matter of displaced

security.

while standing

awaiting,

unsure where the mind goes,

we do encounter

a surreal fog,

the sort of blanket reaction

to giving in,

forced acceptance,

with only a smidgeon, clarity.

While the seas of humanity

caress the morning walk,

while intentions of accomplishment,

suggest a granted task,

the victim of neurological

experimentation,

drawn by the strength of

a simple tab,

struggles to understand

the benefit. of

self-actualization.