Late Night Aspirations

Idea after idea

The golds flowing down the canals in my brain

Through the cracks and turns

Screaming hot, but flowing

Wincing but I guess it feels good

Until its rivers dry up

Then the pain grips me

The steam bursts through the geysers in my head

With it, all my ideas

Just stinging dryness

Until I wait for the next river of gold

Sailing

Life doesn’t change

The same patterns

The dull pleasures

Debts and feelings

Knocking weakly at the door

Of my thoughts

I try to escape my functions

 

Unshackling my ideas

Letting them sink to the riverbed

I let myself drift

Down a dimly lit stream

On a starless night

Watching people from the shore

Illuminated by distorted light

Chatting, making noise and beliefs

Never joining them

Sailing ever-on, never-ending

Wihout a single thought

Or bitter feeling