A Meditation

A Poem by Navidsandon't

A meditation:

What are our true perceptions?
Shall my eyes fade away
When the light has paved the way
Should I be thankful for my disdain
An old school dance alleviates the pain
Fresh new vibe from the hive mind
Ingrained folklore brings about sensual longings
Sentimentality can breed these pornographic proddings
Back to the spiral of a single instant of calm
A wave, a flash of nothingness pinpointed as virtue
Steady flowing