wake up
into patterns
of unconsciousness
go through the day
asleep with eyes open
and react
react
react
taking direction
from the small mind
playing safe
surviving
the true self
buried
under all the thinking
thinking
thinking
and the doing
and the waiting
then
for a moment
looking up
past the tall buildings
at a sliver of blue sky
life opens up
now I’m awake
(D. James)
Reblogged this on storyofapixiegirl.
Thanks for the RB!
The routine pattern of life can make you forget that there’s a sky up there…enjoyed the poem.