Stream of Consciousness

Listening to the air around me,

I gaze upon the space between

Nothing and something,

Unsure of what to make of it.

Virtual escapism and coherent noise

Are my only vices – so far.

The day I become stagnant

Will be the moment I forget everything.

Cohesion of thought, a stream if you will

Has combined with the creative muse,

Testing my resolve, my commitment –

I must finish what I started

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