Waking up
I wonder how to spend this day
All my ideas of it unknowingly spent
Within a framework of plans
I sacrifice my imagination
What would it be like?
To live it even a bit more
Consciously aware, alive
In every moment of the activities
Of this day.
I often wonder if I need to eat so much
My stomach often feels full of last night’s dinner
Or perhaps yesterday’s activities undigested
As I think about breakfast
The habits of consumption
Whiter my thoughts or food
Point to my discomfort
To live the emptiness that
I glimpse I am.
I wonder how to spend this day
All my ideas of it unknowingly spent
Within a framework of plans
I sacrifice my imagination
What would it be like?
To live it even a bit more
Consciously aware, alive
In every moment of the activities
Of this day.
I often wonder if I need to eat so much
My stomach often feels full of last night’s dinner
Or perhaps yesterday’s activities undigested
As I think about breakfast
The habits of consumption
Whiter my thoughts or food
Point to my discomfort
To live the emptiness that
I glimpse I am.
.
.
.
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