Evaporating Memory of a Thousand Beautiful Dreams

Distracted focus at the perfect time

Slowly I enjoy the slow gravity of floating back to 

With poised accuracy spontaneous

Nimble with the moment, reserving ever several overseeing executive faculties

Toys appearing in my toy box, as I take account of and have the realization of 

Not having the safe amount of money, I have the safe amount of not caring about that

Conversation, Contemplation, parks, billiards, art, music, cheap leisure forever

When... I'll be happy is a little different from, ‘When I'm calm, relaxed and happy... sigh'

I suppose I can be accountable for whether or not I smile, 

And I suppose whether or not anyone does not feel accountable does not remove the undeniable aspect thereof

Maybe if I shift my focus..

Or maybe peace is a kindly hum

There is information everywhere, there is no need to be like a baby bird 

Jostling forward in that nest anymore, out squawking others to have the most

Screw a regurgitated diet, pure posts, pure ideas and information, you will feel that

Sure you need all help, ask around, but first make sure you fly any way you want, but make sure you fly

Filter in only good notions with the breathing lungs of the mind

And let quiet silent potent still lovely palpably serene integrity overtake fickle preoccupation and circular dallying

Let silence do its thing and hear here, make bored a beautiful thing, don't worry about anything except for undue worry