Iknownothingatall

In the comforts of our prison, we seek and scan, Losing our connections while connected at hand, Lies we invent just so our facade can ascend, Obliviously blissful, all just for pretend, Inconspicuously driving us to resent, Every part of our lives. A Living discontent. So heads up. Open your eyes and put down your hand, Let's connect by presence, not by messages sent. Be in the now. Forget schedules and live unplanned, Look around and feel your senses flood in content, Feel the beat of your heart and the heat of your scent. Our senses are what truly connects us. Godsend.

Keep these judgments at bay, The Mind has a tendency to run, Because the brightness of the day, May not be the work of the Sun. As light exists in a spectrum of wonder, Embedded deep within our core, So in Life it’s best to ponder, Maybe this is what Life is for? Layers of the unseen, Like rainbows floating over, Colours that can only be deemed, Through the eyes of a conscious observer. So travel light and in wakeful now, Notice the shimmers that lay in neglect, Even in darkness, Light allows, For each of us to truly reflect.