It is not a curse
but a blessing
to be at this point
in time.
An opportunity
for advancement.
Even regression
is a form of evolution.
An exalted one
I dare say.
It shows true insight
into the insignificance of accomplishment.
It clearly demonstrates
its immaterial nature.
Yet
at the same time
it reveals its grand implications.
Sitting with your eyes closed
you too have wanted.
You have summoned your
most carnal desires
out of thin air.
They have shaped an image
that you have bonded
to your flesh.
You have created
worlds.
The step from here
to actual genesis
is very small indeed.
You will instill real substance.
And at the centre
of all this inception
spins the wheel of destruction.
Awaiting the first
sign of imbalance.
Which is bound to arrive.
I look at the time
and how it flows by me
like a stream.
How it takes the now and
washes it towards the oblivious sea
as I wade
swim
fight
my way upstream.
With every step
the stream loses some
of its force.
And at the start
only a small dripping source
lies in wait.
One small drop at a time
to disperse all this havoc.
Trying to catch
all the water
on your way
will drown you.
You are only looking
to kiss that one drop
at the start.
Keep your eyes
set
on that.