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.
