I think you'd agree you're unconscious when asleep,
not aware of your surroundings, not uttering a peep ……
except perhaps an unconscious dream-caused cry,
or a little squeak from your little rear end. Oh my!
That would be YOU, my PoemHunter friends.
But with me, at daybreak, my unconsciousness rarely ends.
Most of the time, though I'm "awake", I blunder through life.
Exceptions were one mortgage signing, and marrying of one wife.
After all, most jobs I've had have been so boring …..
that I could complete them ‘well enough' ……while I was snoring.
And (with enough practice) eating and washing became routine;
routine enough to do while unconscious and STILL be fat and clean.
Why, even while writing this poem, my two eyes are closed.
To what's around me, my mind is not at all exposed.
‘Automatic-writing' ……some doctors SAY ….I'm doing now.
Whatever! ! Through life (unconsciously) I relentlessly plow.
(September 27, 2015)
Heaven help us when you write with your eyes opened! Thanks Bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can you do the closed eyes trick while driving too? That would really impress me. .... I just had to tell myself 'don't try this at home kids'