Cosmic Poof Of Essence

We look to find 

Answers

In the most

Random

Of places.

The mind wanders

Into a state

Of subconscious 

Being,

Searching

And

Longing for answers

To the world’s

Infinite

Questions.

The wandering mind

Cannot be

Tamed,

But neither

Should

It

Be.

The subconscious

Mind

Can be the devil’s

Advocate,

And an angel’s

Arbitrator. 

The choices

We make

Don’t lie

On our

Shoulders,

But are instead

Dispelled into the

World

In a cosmic

Poof

Of

Essence,

Being spread

Like

Ash

And

Dust.

The more we wander,

The more our mind

Shall

Exercise

Its

Capacity.

Like a treadmill,

The world

Doesn’t stop,

And even when

Our mind tries

To slow

It

Down,

The world is 

Rhythmically

Beating along

Like a heartbeat

That never ceases,

Even when ours

Does.

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