Reaching out to find out how more of her universe worked
Everything was subtly connected in fascinating ways
So when she ran into a dead end, she would happily start over
Except when that meant flushing years of work down the proverbial mental toilet
Reacting like anyone would, under those circumstances, she would become depressed
Cautiously she would begin to feel better and begin a new journey down a path she had yet to explore
Her energy renewed, ready to tackle another problem
Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.
Alice smiled. He was a handsome boy for sure.
Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”
Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.
So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state
Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind
Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray
Clutter rampaged across his mental landscape
Leaving a mess of chaos that scrambled his thoughts
Old ideas mixed with current observations and new connections
Giving him no chance to respond to her questions
Grimacing all he could do was shrug his shoulders
Everything he wanted to say tried to come out at the same time, allowing nothing to escape his lips
Distraught, he knew that job opportunity was lost
Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape
Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal
Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities
A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose
That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones
Unless it concerned her smirk
Reducing everything to its most primal place
Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
Ever want to get rid of memories
Reducing your mental and emotional load
All you need to do is…
Sorry, I can’t remember
Everything about the process seems to be missing from my brain
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Focusing on what memories she had left
Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet
Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers
Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence
Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone
The fact that she was still alive was little consolation
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