Self Centered Tranquility

Inside of our embryonic bubble, immune from outsiders trouble Blissfully detached, so unaware without any single, worldly care Permanent ecstatic, numb state contented, equilibrious, sedate Seemingly impossible, extreme I can barely, realize in a dream Perhaps zoned out, on cocaine goofing off, to Nirvana’s Cobain Serotonin’s, absolutely buzzing my perfect lover, she’s stunning Is this just being, self centered never have to run, take shelter Am I the only one, of this kind perhaps, have a one track mind Unable to think, beyond today godless aberration, in disarray Helping out others, feeling used giving to charity, getting abused Being judged, pretend neighbors giving service, looking for favors Lock me up, in a heavenly tomb like it was, inside mothers womb Good intentions, bring confusion everyone wants, easiest solution Do no bad or good, its the same agnostic, but that’s just a name Put all this together, and add up joyous poem, or equally corrupt. Inspired by, but not for, Unseen seekers (joy continuum contest) By David Kavanagh