The complexity of the process of thought
The seconds we hold onto
for absolute dear life
Collecting them in hoards
Stacked high between our ears
Built up headache inducing pressure
steaming from a burdened mind
Cursing itself over details that ferment inside insecurity
A perplexed debate coursing years past relevance
Shivering our spines into a reserved obedience
Hunched by the eternal cascading coronet
Bejeweled to bastardize the purpose of height
Even still the weight is embraced
For time was spent conscious of the shines reflection
Voices mocking every hesitant second
While the adjournment has us shortened
Our sense of self relapsed with our judgment
Taste the words that flow from trained lips
Then recount any minuscule instant of bliss
© 2020 Carlie Smith
