FoundAlongRoad

Does anyone have that, that perfection
Nothing is perfect to find
But that fucking connection
Melting into another’s mind
Maybe the easier satisfied have it right
They say the smarter you are the more miserable you are in life

Or maybe it’s delusional to find it a privilege when really it’s just that your expectations are too high
Delusions of grandeur of your own mind
Losing sanity searching for what’s impossible to find
Slipping pieces, facts, and always always time
Losing grasp on the tangible like becoming in kind
Those easier satisfied
But never blind to the gnawing the yearning
Patching with beauty of an ethereal kind
Chasing concepts of imagination and always always time
Placating with sinking deeper while chasing light
And always the sand hits the bottom of the glass like a caressing tide
The background sound, calm and definitive
Marching on, losing track,
To be eviscerated and built right back
The ebb and flow of consciousness we cannot replicate
Chasing ghosts and ideas of completion felt only in fleeting from words on a page
Electrical impulses memories we crave to relive moments that maybe never even came the way we paint it in our brain in the very first place
And always always time
Dwindling