Flow?

Feel the weight beneath your feet

Feel as your soul transcends the deep

The emotions - the courses

The never ending forces

I search the sources

As my body deflates

Sometimes things just

Seem so strange

Whatever does that mean?

It’s a metaphor, of course

I’m just trying to make sense

Of all the discourse

But it really isn’t so

You see, I’ve been in flow

I’ve forgotten how to act

How to dwell on every fact

My comfort, my warm blanket

Lies in the confusion

Lies in the messiness

And all the constant unrest

This is what I know

This is where I operate

When things seem too easy

I start feeling all queasy

Where is the hurt

Where is the trouble

My companionable confusion

My preferred state of illusion

I guess I could grow

I guess I could change

Into a person such as so

Someone who would enjoy this kind of flow

-it’s ok to not be sad