PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I am conscious human matter,

That aims to be inconsistent,

Between the reason that sustains me

And the chaos that slowly attracts me.

I am made of flesh and thought,

Of feelings that contradict themselves,

I seek stability, but deep down,

I yearn for the freedom that inconsistency brings.

Each certainty is a prison,

Each doubt, an open door,

And between the solid and the ethereal,

I find myself in constant alert.

I want to be fluid, not fixed,

To change form, idea, and vision,

For in the unconsciousness of the moment,

Is where I find true creation.

I am conscious, yes,

But I am also what escapes,

What dissolves in the wind,

And is remade in the silence of dawn.

I am human matter,

That aims to be inconsistent,

A dance between being and ceasing to be,

In search of an elusive balance.

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