Lack of activity
Motivates us beyond stupidity.
A Stupor is caused
by mindless droning.
Our senses inspire our state of mind,
Like old music playing filling my ears with delightful bits of nostalgic ecstasy,
Or flavors of food pulsating with memories of past menageries and buffets,
Or scintillating textures weaving tales of lust and love and pain and sorrow.
Your silent stare fills me with wonder.
What are you thinking?
What are you feeling?
I seek the answers in your eyes, in your grin, in your kiss.
Slowly emerging from the deepest slumber,
I have undergone an amazing transformation.
Wings, of blue and gold with eyes of an owl.
Stretched out from my cage, atop the conurbation.
On and on
You walk your way
Asking no questions
So as not to delay
Wondering what you might think
I sit and ponder with this drink
That might be too strong for my own good
Be that as it may, it is, as it should
Flow from today to tomorrow
And happiness we shall borrow
Flow from here to there
And sorrow we shall scare
She mentioned time was not on our side
And by the rule of the clock she must abide
She had spent too much time with me tonight
and a few more moments, his wrath would incite
Many sleepless nights have been wasted this year
For the purpose of picking up pieces to cohere
Pieces of a dream infinite in its splendor
Its splendor, its grandeur, its brilliance, its wonder