Frightened and afraid
The incessant thoughts drumming
A marching band of energy and noise
Screaming and running
A body at rest
But a mind that can’t stop moving
This constant conflict
Rages on
Day by day
Exhaustion from the mind
Courses through the body
One must stop
Or the other must go
But how can you choose
When it’s not easy to control either?
A mismatch that shapes every waking moment
A reality that’s difficult, yet beautiful
A complexity that is sometimes regarded in a negative light
When our minds and bodies
Are not synchronous
But the world demands they should be
The society is built in such a way
That values efficiency and order
With perfect angles
And straight lines
The natural world follows different patterns
A larger web of connection
Much more than the simplicity we’ve constructed
Both in conflict
Like the mind and body in a state of dissolution
The natural world gradually shifts
At a different pace than the built world
Trees grow taller and wider
Buildings remain stagnant
Holding onto a sense of familiarity and comfort
Yet another moral conundrum
A world that remains in a state of cognitive dissonance
A single body
Just a microcosm of our built reality
But we’ve chosen this paradox
And laid down this path
Attempting to simplify chaos
Because it’s too much for our minds to handle
Complexity frustrates
Order organizes
But we must ask ourselves
If order is the goal
Or if it simply helps us understand
Create meaning and precise definitions
Put life into boxes
Much as we do with ourselves
Physically in the houses we create
The offices we work in
The time and energy we trade for phones and computers
Metaphorically in the concept of self and ego
The personality traits and job descriptions
Sectioning off our endless minds
Because we’re too afraid to stare into the abyss
It has no underlying meaning
Rather, it exists
The universe experiencing itself
Too difficult to handle
But underneath it all
Is pure awareness
No right or wrong
The one who struggles with an overactive mind
Is just a manifestation of the divine
The person we think we should be
Is already the person we are
Existing uncomfortably
Just the build up of excess energy
Matter held together for a brief moment in time
Before the energy escapes and takes on a different form
Neither good nor bad
All inconsequential
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