When the mind wander, it is riding waves of the vagabond,
Immediacy of knowing becomes survival of the present
Fleeting memories to hold on to, yet displaced
Replaced with future thought, caught in a loop
Of constant iteration and optimisation.
Stop.
Focus.
On that present field of vision.
Smell and feel.
Hold to the simple thought of observation.
Perception in the now.
Motivation takes us on a journey.
The future is given a goal. We partake in a path.
The perception of now becomes the imagination of then.
And we create the narrative to guide one.
At this moment we wander,
And the narrative thickens,
Characters colourful, plots with blood dripping
Animate, engage and drive with earnest.
Then…
Stop.
Focus.
Forget the onslaught of the masses,
The overloading stress abounding
The narrative that excites the senses
Rather illuminates the imagination to heights of disillusion…
Have determination to retain
To remain
Without blame,
Just your name, the same,
And be.