The breath of the wind speaks my passions
Which rise and fall with the stars
Infinities merge; conflation of thoughts that die with the beat of my heart
The entrepreneur he chases
The cheetah, his herd of ideas
One starts to slow, he pounces, he kills, he earns his victorious sneer.
The addict lives a delusion –
A beast in captivity
Fed on a falsehood, he grins, he waltzes, his mind eternally free.
But the dreamer is cursed to forget.
Yet knowing not what is forgot
Is left grasping and clasping fighting and gasping for air, to finally rot.
The breath of the wind speaks my passions.
They rise and fall as a flood.
Two voids converge, sweet nothings occur. My ego remains in the mud.