The Danger Of Things

The Danger Of Things

Lately my mind is in overdrive

It seems my mind is not recognizing time

I wonder… Is it craving flight

Or a good old-fashioned me I fight

Or maybe a catastrophe

From under thinking my over dreaming

I’m afraid my mind no longer sees

The danger of things

It seems my mind is always craving

A restless dreamless sleep

It seems my mind would discard the flesh

And take a wild ride

On a near-death flight

As a cold wind blows

Through the hole in my ego

The ego I should have discarded

 Before this madness started

Impersonating An Angel
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy

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