i’m lost in the moments
monumental like tidal waves over sunsets
overwhelmed with metathoughts and predetermined feelings
i scribble.
mental notes written in pencil
and erased
and re-written
and re-erased
in the near distance a man proclaims self-actualization
his thoughts become facts when induced by realization
can i do that?
that which has been undone by self-deception?
yes, but only in thought.
the time shall come.