in.the.BINK.of.an.eye

Lucidity is the state of mind to which I aim

Enough stimuli to jolt my synapses and ignite my mind aflame

Ideas and creativity surging through my veins

Is it so wrong to aspire to live a life poetic?

To metamorphosize experience from direct to symbolic?

Let the hands of my imagination

Mold this clay of raw perception

Solidify it into visions

Too sublime to be called my mind’s mirror image

Senses sharpened, my output dense and prolific

The effects I just professed –

Just a sample of what will come next.

Be dazzled by the expanse and variety

Of this college-educated girl’s intellectual vocabulary

So if my degree prepared me to achieve my dreams                                                        

Why do I find myself wanting to do nothing but sleep?

My will power’s been shaken

My confidence almost nonexistent

Caught in the downward spiral

Of habit and boredom, painfully consistent

It shouldn’t be this difficult

For this wall of stasis to be broken

So easy to erect, but my eyes are finally starting to open

Who knows how many notebooks I can fill?

How many walls I can paint?

How many movies and memories and connections I can make?

I only seek to conquer

The limitations of my own self

So let my words and motives prove inspired

The wishful pennies thrown into the well.

Pursue the process and the result

With equal concentration

Make more time for life

Equal parts contemplation and creation.