O the things that the mind comes across when a task to focus on ceases to be. The day is gone. The night is here. The new day is at hand. The mind begins to wander. More than often problems seem to arise. Naturally, everything and everyone is to blame. Everyone. Everything. All but ourselves. Excuses arise. And only multiply hiding the answers. There come momments of pure spontanious impulses. Solutions. Reactions. Desires. Possibilities. Scenarios. Outcomes. But only to ourselves. Hesitant we are to share them. But will they ever leave the mind? Will the obvious wants which are implanted ever make their debut to the known world? Or will we consciously imprison our subconsciousness? Why is it? That incorporating these strands of our psyche, into our daily activities, simply fails to happen? Only our in our comfort zone. Only then will the solutions, the reactions, the desires, the possiblities, the scenarios, the outcomes. Flow. And may never see the light of day. The lack of distractions. The calming feelings. Bring out the best thoughts. And the worst excuses as to why. Why they cannot transform into reality. Why the concepts remain concepts. Because we want it. Want them to be. But are afraid to make real. So there they will be. In the head. Locked away. Begging to be released. Only to be forced out when craving sympathy. And then. We may become happy. But how? Because we want others to feel. To know. OUR situations. OUR stories. OUR experiences. As the mind has nothing. Nothing to focus on. Nothing to distract from itself. It only thinks. Thinks of itself. And projects these wishes. The wishes which could be. Be real. And we could have simply told. Told through action. But instead. We wait. Wait for the outburst. Wait for the forcing. When maybe. Maybe. With these thoughts. And with these wants. In which our mind manifests. As it has no other tasks. Maybe. Maybe. We should just flow. And with it, go.
Song of the mood - Grayskul - Medicinal Useage
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