What’s it like?
What’s it like when lost
In conscious thought
And reality’s surreal?
When what is real
And what is thought dissolve,
Uniting to form anew,
Tempered by truth and experience.
What’s it like on restless nights,
When slumber does not quiet,
And mind races on and on
To places quite unknown?
Unknown places seem so known
when night thoughts,
Drifting thoughts, invade the day.
Let the subconscious rise
To guide the pathless way.
Wandering the wilderness
Is the saunterer’s stray.
Nothing’s left to say!
…………………..RDS
Camera-Critters #617
3 years ago
9 comments:
Lot to contemplate here, and as usual very poetically said.
Reality is thought, I think. To discover this is to live in a magical realm.
So THAT'S what it's like!
Thanks--made me smile!
great poem! my mind always spins at night.
And that is what it's like! Nice work!
world blur
and all that is
is
wonderful rendering of realms we try to keep separate colliding
'Nothing’s left to say!'
...Except I like this one :-)
What’s it like on restless nights,
When slumber does not quiet,
And mind races on and on
To places quite unknown?
I experience this way too much...I really don't like those 'tossing and turning' nights. Very thoughtful poem, as always...
hi, new to the site, thanks.
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