thoughts in a paradox

Along the lines of the perilous endeavors

Through the mistreated curvature of times winding cyclic term

You stand erect as almost to say time froze in the mad confusion of its own timeless black hole

Maybe to say that your thoughts were misconstrued by the simplicity of the endless cacophony of the voices that are there but are not really.

Almost needless to say that those vocalized words were those of self-inficted doubts

Lost in this bog like mind of unfinished business, which of course lead to the cacophony of his own thoughts

Some of the things mentioned lead to the belief that he was a prodigy

But not in the eyes of those who see but in the eyes of those who hear

Hear not the words being said but the voice of the person saying them

Tic Toc Tic Toc

Pause

The time rewinds itself and those thoughts still remain

The body is no longer erect

Just falling but there's a still silhouette

The bog like mind soon turned into this strange unorthodox tranquility

The voices were no longer heard but the sounds remained monotous kind of a steadybeat going along to a metronome

Tic Toc Tic Toc

Your time is up

Your now awake but your body is still and your silhoutte moves

Reviews

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I found myself reading this out loud. Very original and well written