Coffee Plants and Endless Thoughts!

My mind, it’s a curious affair, Thoughts flowing like a creek downstream, Bashing and bruising against scattered rocks, White water churning, clouded and thick, Silt and stream entwined a murky affair. I am but a figment of who I once was, Nowhere near where I long to be, Aspiring only to exist, A shadow of myself, dissolving quietly. I linger like a crumpled paper on a sidewalk, Ink still wet, the nib out of depth Stories unwritten, ghosts of what could have been. Afraid of what I am, Yearning, at times, for an end. What draws you to me? An unfinished canvas with peeling paint, Irony in motion, antonyms alive. Stupendous, yet fractured, A scattergun of things that should never be. My mind is an abyss, Chasing faint, flickering lights. Shadows vanish; Ghosts of potential and perennial problems Take up their place as hosts. This is who I am, Unbound. Waning. Lost. Silent. Chaotic.

  Lost deep within the lands of endless thought, A sea still thirsty for the land it sought. An archaic world, the Watchmaker’s illusion, Where time runs wild, immune to conclusion. Our Sol, the source of bread and soul, The rocks beneath us drift and roll. Bound by laws the wise have read, Life endures though the cosmos fled. Life found a way, its tale on display, A fragile survival, yet gaps give way. The god of the gaps loses ground each dawn, While apes of the past put their footprints on. The maker of all must be made in return, A silent architect, with nothing to learn. The stars and our Sol, so average, so plain, A cosmos of dust with no grand chain. The bestseller belongs with the rex long gone, Knowledge advances, the curtain’s drawn. Kindness requires no maker above, Humanity thrives through humility and love. The past is a riddle, the present turns fast, The future leaves no room for the Watchmaker’s grasp. Absurd are the tales where biology bends, Chemistry falters, and...