Consciousness Falcrum
I always wake up early hours at dawn
To continue some works undone
These hours help me concentrate
In whatever I do or make.
It’s hard to do assigned tasks or think
Especially after dinner in the evening
I feel the need to close my weary eyes
My bed seems dragging me early at night.
But when it comes to writing
It’s unexplainable force of thing
It awakens my agility of mind
To focus, think deeply is sublime.
Once I’ve turned on my notebook
To write a title, I'm caught...hooked
As my brain releases ideas in words
Eyes on screen, race on my fingers.
While deeply engrossed in my composition
Surroundings and time - my oblivions
As all senses are awake, energy booms
Passion I think is my consciousness falcrum.
March 12,2022 3:20pm
(Not for conciousness falcrum contest. Came late)
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