What a strange world I see.
Even in the waking day
most are half asleep;
At the very least incognizant
of what’s beyond the surface,
sometimes even while walking the streets.
As my waking rate in the last 3 days
sits high on 88 in terms of percentage,
I feel as if reality is bittersweetly blemished
with the notion that I’m dreaming, but I’m not at the moment.
The lines get blurred when my bed stays dormant.
It was with good intention that I lacked getting rest
but even the best karma has its tests.
This unintentional experiment was so clandescently downplayed
as much as the not so finely printed danger warning states:
To live well, one must be asleep and awake in a moderate, rhythmic and balanced way.
Of course, no plan is foolproof with variables roaming like a gang of free radicals,
so every now and then a late night reflection drags on,
My eyes hurt, my mind’s worse,
and headphones further impair my senses along
with cheap sunglasses aiding in bright light’s deflection.
On top of some things and well behind others
is the current location on my life’s navigation,
yet despite my trip-ulations,
for lack of a better term
I’m happy right now to eat the apple
and not taste the worm.
I always try to do the right thing when I see someone in need.
So tonight ill Stuy in Bed,
and as my head rests in The Bronx
I’ll think of my future Southeast.