My grand unifying theory
Of everything
Is everything
But that
Doesn’t stop me
Pursuing enigmas
Saying to myself
It’s probably already
Out there
In some form of overlooked
Manifesto for living
That in any case
Bears cultural hallmarks
Exempting it from status
Universal necessary
That in any case
Out-endures history books
Rewritten to update
Antiquated ideas
Of who killed who
It’s funny how some things slip your mind so easily, I’d forgotten until now I’d been a child once. But now it is as clear and real as the outcome of the next few spilt seconds. As if I were them I can see myself from my parents perspective leaning over my pram to tickle me, strange though… to see myself from their eyes.
On the one hand
We stand on shoulders
Stuffing facts with our minds
And vice versa
Whereas on the other
We rot in cages
That divide our minds
From our bodies.
We meditate
Open our minds
Which in return
Flush into our blood
Addictive opiods
Yet this is not seen
As being well understood
Sitting in Tavistock Square
Deciding whether it is
The correct measure
To be making decisions
On how to handle
This situation
Yet at the same time
Feeling the threat
Of missing opportunity
Because of deem-acting
The syndrome of change
Must occur
What we seek
Has been found
As expected
As usual
In the form
We try to escape
Free people
Float out
Resist returning
Only confirming
And instilling
The reoccurence
Saddening in thought
Deep and familiar
In impact, yet
Circumstances remain
Leaving purity
And shared knowledge.
