It is strange how so much of life can pass you by
During moments undefined
With no memories or emotion to give them meaning
They stretch out into space in one continuous motion
With no start or end or interlude; with no life or death
The hands of the clock go around and around
The light of the sun on my face gives way to darkness
In the darkness I cease to exist until the light reminds once again that nothing has changed
My limbs take on different shapes in the light
Sometimes they lead me through different places only to realize they are not so different
Just like day and night are not so different unless I give them purpose
A life wasted like rain drops that fall in the sea
Not fortunate to fall on leaves and flowers, or give birth to fresh earth with its most intoxicant smells
Just mingle with large expanses of nothingness
With no thoughts or inspiration
No need for food or water
An endlessly passive state of being
No passions to ignite the senses, no beauty to derive pleasure from
Just space divided by night and day; sleep and wake
And yet no dreams; no colours or shapes.
Eyes wide open as I sleep; the mind remains closed when I am awake