Ben Bergeth (3-23-92 / Las Vegas)
On My Way
Halfway conscious, halfway there
My mind drifts from one moment to another
It wanders, it has no purpose
But it does.
It separates the detrimental from the worthless.
Some ideas that run are to worth catching up to.
Some ideas are worth embracing.
Reeling in another catch.
Letting it all go, hoping for something satisfying.
The selfish taste for more than I bargain for lingers.
But is dissolved by something bigger than my own.
It vanishes like a thief in the night.
Reality is no longer a factor.
I'm on my way.
It won't be long.
The factors that kept me going will fade.
Some will start me off on the right foot.
Others will encourage me to the end.
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