Just something I whipped up in two seconds during class (which is on right now)
Spirituality and reality
Bounding the sea of thoughts
Someone makes a potty joke
Which my subconscious rejects
And my mind reflects.
And as though
All the fiction in the world were real
Life presents itself
As unepic, obscure, lame
The world is a paradox
Boring is my chicken pox
Trashcans have memories
Of homeless, strangers, people
All the world looks down upon
Consuming the endless ocean of thoughts
Into a pond of reality
Which eventually dries up into a drop of creativity
It gets evaporated into rain
