Neurons
Neurons connecting me to myself when I’m high.
Neurons between unconsciousness and me don’t connect,
and I don’t connect to any of myselves.…
I don’t imagine someone
Or imagine the presence
I’ve thrown everything to the winds of fate
Walking onwards through disoriented destiny
Collecting experiences in bags and pockets for later
Omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient I am not
I remember dreaming this
My presence is the dream I designed…
Did I mess my mind?
Is my mind all I have to sort questions out?
Are my questions important?
and are dreams nothing, or perhaps.. feedbacks? something more?
Do I have past lives , am I in the future?
Is my need for the answers reasonable?
justifiable?
P.S: I painstakingly sort life out…