The outer fields surrounding my presence,
bloom bright not blinding, unreal evanescent-
pastimes within this passage called life.
Please extract my contents finely with great laughter.
All the time I spend reading before-
writing ideas and deciding what to do,
balanced acts are completely designed by self;
forever waiting to project outwards their show.
Shall we locate the show? It may not be easy.
Our bodies are hugely vast and different:
still we all connect with friends and family.
Along with other particular variations.
Small efforts must be made via buying insurance,
desire is turned into delusion before slowly setting,
bubbles pop not burst, turning disillusion into-
colorful pictures; pleasant memories not forgotten.
You see sensing the future is but tingling rapidly,
crashing into soft cool waves alongside this body,
simply turn on your built-in temperature control,
obtained via good food and drinking with friends...
Some vague deceptions here shall be written,
made for only doing personal reflection,
remembering terrible and brilliantly plain-
platters by simply selecting your own thoughts.
This poem is just thoughts and emotions mixing,
creating ideas and personal confutations,
refocusing certain both public and private reactions,
random trains of thoughts led to many impossible conclusions...
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Written by The Writer alongside The Reader