The inner voice in my head
The blank ceiling above my bed
The flickering eyes I random see
The foggy cloud that sits in me.
The slow cramping of my feet
The thought of wanting a lot of sweet
The random shivers of my hands
The blushing pilgrim is what stands.
The wandering mind I behold
The cheating bar being foretold
The lips mumbling in grief and glee
The jammed window is set free.
The on and off, the here and gone
The voices that say “okay now hold on”
The breakaway from a curious condition
The inefficient obstacles of my intuition.
The invisible person I want to find
The acquaintances of my mind
The guardian angel is what I’m seeing
The spiritual faculty of my being.
The togetherness is a happy day
The disagreement is a huge dismay
The intuition and me is my soulful tense
The instinct call is my blind sense.