SHIFTING SYSTEM

TO WHAT END?

Shifting waves oscillate from rest, slicking sand on the beach.

The waves remove and return sand; a delicate balance.

As a system in equilibrium must readjust when disturbed to avoid dismantling.

So must my system shift to keep me together;

Automatic and continuous.

It progresses towards a final destination.

As the universe approaches heat death; desolate and dark.

Cold.

I am becoming just as such, as if pleasure sensors have decayed from non-use;

Battered and bruised.

There is no muse.

Indifference.

My mind has trained itself; without my consent,

To foster sorrow;

To keep and hold it in its arms, like a baby cradled.

Trained itself to keep me dull; to keep me separate.

Uneven ground.

And overtime my systems continue to shift, leading to one point;

A death while living.

I wasn’t going to post this, because I thought it was very good ( I liked it a lot ), so I wanted to keep it caged for a bit longer; maybe put it in a book. Alas, due to the fact that I have been drowning in exam stress, along with another source of suffering, I have not been able to prepare a piece for you guys. I hope you enjoy.