Like autumn leaves falling from a tree
Collecting randomly, indifferent yet deliberate
With many shades and many hues
I am waiting motionless, watching and wondering
Where are they going, where have they come from
Do they even see I am here stunned into silence?
By the awareness of possibilities and my own insignificance
Would they see me smile as my ego is humbled?
On route to an old skin, a former self many moons old
I am seeing strange faces somehow looking so, so familiar
Cast away from my mind, I sometimes wish I could remember
But that would be like trying to count the stars (the ones I can see)
The world turns and the sun plays celestial hide and seek
While I am almost frozen in time, trying to fathom my existentialism
Am I already dead, drifting on a tangent of my last memory?
I may never know and if I did would anything change, would I even care?
This is real enough for now, my perception snapped back into focus
To explain the dilution of the individual through the falling of leaves
Is not enough for me, but my consciousness is perhaps just to weak
I cannot begin to comprehend every individual so I draw crude images
With metaphor as crayons I sketch the individual as the collective
Then the collective as the individual, my head hurts the picture gets muddy
My tools seem crude, my comprehension goes blunt I am out of my depth
Micro, macro, all cosms collide, infinite drops of water become the sea
Yet I only manage to perceive the ocean moving as one giant organism
My mind deceives my eyes protecting me from the blinding light of reality
Then I realise I am on a journey, shedding old skin, being constantly renewed
I pause then look, seeing the backs of heads and whatever else I’ve filtered out
The view is beautiful, the playful sun running off into an urban horizon
Thousands of people heading in thousands of directions
Collecting randomly, indifferent yet deliberate
With many shades and many hues
I am waiting motionless, watching and wondering
Where are they going, where have they come from
Do they even see I am here stunned into silence?
By the awareness of possibilities and my own insignificance
Would they see me smile as my ego is humbled?
On route to an old skin, a former self many moons old
I am seeing strange faces somehow looking so, so familiar
Cast away from my mind, I sometimes wish I could remember
But that would be like trying to count the stars (the ones I can see)
The world turns and the sun plays celestial hide and seek
While I am almost frozen in time, trying to fathom my existentialism
Am I already dead, drifting on a tangent of my last memory?
I may never know and if I did would anything change, would I even care?
This is real enough for now, my perception snapped back into focus
To explain the dilution of the individual through the falling of leaves
Is not enough for me, but my consciousness is perhaps just to weak
I cannot begin to comprehend every individual so I draw crude images
With metaphor as crayons I sketch the individual as the collective
Then the collective as the individual, my head hurts the picture gets muddy
My tools seem crude, my comprehension goes blunt I am out of my depth
Micro, macro, all cosms collide, infinite drops of water become the sea
Yet I only manage to perceive the ocean moving as one giant organism
My mind deceives my eyes protecting me from the blinding light of reality
Then I realise I am on a journey, shedding old skin, being constantly renewed
I pause then look, seeing the backs of heads and whatever else I’ve filtered out
The view is beautiful, the playful sun running off into an urban horizon
Thousands of people heading in thousands of directions
(thousands of people)
It hurts to feel the numbing of irrelevance deconstruct my fragile self
Words fail, words fail, words will fail- I, I am collected, I am collective
The bi-product of my homo-sapien condition brings me to my knees
I must admit defeat, my skin, my flesh will submit to all I cannot know
Life and her lover death come over and stroke my head but do not speak
I can only but guess at what they would say, so they just look softly through me
The light begins to fade, darkness prevails, yet perhaps a part of me understands?
It hurts to feel the numbing of irrelevance deconstruct my fragile self
Words fail, words fail, words will fail- I, I am collected, I am collective
The bi-product of my homo-sapien condition brings me to my knees
I must admit defeat, my skin, my flesh will submit to all I cannot know
Life and her lover death come over and stroke my head but do not speak
I can only but guess at what they would say, so they just look softly through me
The light begins to fade, darkness prevails, yet perhaps a part of me understands?
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