I don't actually have insomnia...
May. 3rd, 2005 01:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
d_a_r_aI'm just hyper focused on clearing out some of the clutter in my room. Ever since I moved into the spare bedroom a few weeks ago I've been driven to distraction by the clutter in there. Little by little I've been clearing it out but I think I've exceeded my tolerance for clutter at this point because I can't seem to relax until things are a little more opened up in there. Anyway - as I was sorting through junk I came across one of my notebooks that has been MIA for a while. I came across this poem I thought I would share. Quite frankly I may have posted it once already when I wrote it, but I can't remember. I don't know exactly when I wrote it even as I didn't date it. I do know it was near the beginning of what has turned into an incredible journey.
My dear friend Insomnia wraps me in her cold embrace.
Unable to dream the dreams I would trace,
Waking dreams take their place,
As I succumb to the strain of the race.
I long for ethereal beauty and grace.
But fear I am on a wild, futile chase.
The web of destruction may disguise itself as lace,
But in truth it still only obscures your face.
Why is it always the case,
That I give so much time to things so base?
I must discern how to slow this pace,
Learn to escape this spiritual mace.
It doesn't currently have a title - I haven't been able to think of any that I like. I'm open to suggestions if anyone cares to make any. I do have to say that I have discovered the chase is not futile - although sometimes it is a bit wild, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've learned not to give so much time to base things and focus more on spiritual aspects of life. I have learned to slow down a little though that is probably still something I need to work on. Who are we kidding? That is *definitely* something I still need to be working on. As we established in the comments to another post I'm rather impulsive most of the time. My experiment in working on that is to try to give myself complete freedom to follow my impulses with regards to inconsequential matters so that I can focus on restraining my impulses and using a bit more caution in more serious matters.
My dear friend Insomnia wraps me in her cold embrace.
Unable to dream the dreams I would trace,
Waking dreams take their place,
As I succumb to the strain of the race.
I long for ethereal beauty and grace.
But fear I am on a wild, futile chase.
The web of destruction may disguise itself as lace,
But in truth it still only obscures your face.
Why is it always the case,
That I give so much time to things so base?
I must discern how to slow this pace,
Learn to escape this spiritual mace.
It doesn't currently have a title - I haven't been able to think of any that I like. I'm open to suggestions if anyone cares to make any. I do have to say that I have discovered the chase is not futile - although sometimes it is a bit wild, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've learned not to give so much time to base things and focus more on spiritual aspects of life. I have learned to slow down a little though that is probably still something I need to work on. Who are we kidding? That is *definitely* something I still need to be working on. As we established in the comments to another post I'm rather impulsive most of the time. My experiment in working on that is to try to give myself complete freedom to follow my impulses with regards to inconsequential matters so that I can focus on restraining my impulses and using a bit more caution in more serious matters.
