Walk at a pace that reverberates to your cells that there is ample time for all
the wondrous and mundane activities you'll ever want to do.
Possibly, this will fool my brain into believing it,
and by way of trickle down effect, Actually achieving this.
Maybe even probable.
Are they dreaming Me into reality because they're the ones with a life force and
I'm the chosen vehicle?
These birthing pains,
Surely they will ease and I will be refreshed in a world pristine to the touch,
spiraled into the ecstasy of transcending the clouds that once muddied my
Where the heart is,
Where the strength of the creative mind forms realities of altruistic progress,
And hand-in-hand harmony.
I can go for that.
Walk slowly now, amble, I tell myself.
All is not what it seems.
Slow down so the highest of dreams can fix upon you,
Settle over you like a weightless carriage, preset to be on track for the most
delicious possible voyage called your life,
at a time...