Between the highs and lows I find a state
of complete serenity. I can see the world through clear eyes -
there are no longer shadows and scratches; only an empty slate,
with no distinction between those I love, those I despise,
and those I barely know. Hot and cold; new and old;
everything is exactly the same - grey and factory made,
manufactured, shipped off and sold
to this life, where they endlessly wade
through thick clouds of drowsy ignorance. Horrified,
I shake off the serenity and continue to stumble through life,
pretending to live.