Scattered

Relinquished to various not well known inner forces; all with scattering tendencies having no transcendent aim, is the inestimable gift of attention in this mind of mine, ever dreaming within the dream. The possible human in me with only bits of it thrives in sluggish survival mode, ridiculously unaware of its secret powerful might; oh precious door to infinity! Dazed by day lost by night, succumbing ever am I to the swirls of the forces known as life, never quite firmly standing on the ground of being. Unsustained scattered attention is my most common vice, a broken bridge between low and high. Drunken with distraction, foolish is my every attempt to shorten the gap between earth and sky.