The wind is restless.
Stress builds as I attempt to control my will.
To speak deeply to this mind i deem,
mine.
To comprehend as I exist untethered to,
time.
To be this wind I,
define.
Restless.
Absent a way to ingest,
sleep.
To seek that in which one shall forever seek.
As,
I attempt to exist tethered to peace.
Peace,
that exist absent distinction.
Absent contingencies.
As,
said peace,
need not compete to be.
Need not,
an obstacle tethered to obscurity.
For,
within such a description one may deem the future as,
bleak.
One in which the mind seeks not to see.
I forever want to see the next day.
To want,
to see the next day.
To have my mind fully tethered to each and every second.
To know deeply what it means to accept my existence.
And,
more importantly to find peace within such acceptance.
Such peace changes intrinsically how one perceives.
For,
such an existence creates the absence of an identity.
For,
a mind tethered only to "I",
shall never truly comprehend nor find peace in life.
For,
such an existence sees not,
each and every eye.
Restless.
No stare in which one shall deem as useless.
No time one need not think deeply of.
For,
all of human becomes the simplicity of,
one.
One,
I shall forever notice.
One,
I shall forever be tethered to.
For,
absent such an existence,
restless becomes that,
of the human,
soul.
©lamarcus12
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