Soul alive I am inside this paradigm.
Starved of life until I come to in real-time.
Reeling. For real, as if for the first time…
Conscious of the difference between,
Being present and being lost in thoughts,
of a time and space beyond my present tense.
Drifting through past and future versions of things,
while my spirit carries on automatically for me,
Fulfilling the routine with ease,
only to later face questions from less ‘conscious’ me.
The time between mentality and physicality,
for a moment feel loosely tethered to me.
Where oh where, did I leave those keys?
Did I turn off all the lights behind me?
I just know, I left on that damned stove!
This drifting… it will be the death of me…
