Wakefulness

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

Life proposes many things

But, I dispose some of them,

In fear of some uncertainties

I am sitting here wondering eternity.

In the wake of the night

The owl in the forest is sleeping tight

I am sitting here wondering eternity

Admiring that thoughts flimsy, yet powerful.

I wonder if I am awakening in my thoughts.

Or, my thoughts awakening in me?

Both ways life spares nothing eternal

But, only this certainty of uncertainty.

It revolves faster than anything in nature

The thoughts of mine and others’ as well

Before I set to answer one

Another comes in with a question mark.

As strange as everything appears around me

Nothing I feel is stranger than the thoughts

Believed to be from the brain matters

Yet not a brainy scientist ever dissected a thought.

In the wake of the night

I speak to none but me

A controversy within a conflict

I exist one with this universe.

I wish thoughts had shadows too.

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