This World

I can’t seem to focus

The things are happening again

The things that are happening now

They happened before

Why can’t anyone see that?

I wonder, floating around the Atmospherical changes that have already changed before

 The changes

We can’t see

But the changes

That has already existed

For a time

And for a time

I wondered

Scratching my head around the current events

“Didn’t this… already happen?”

But they didn’t

I must’ve already gone through this once before

I must have

In another reality

Because everyone is acting skeptical of the fact and existence of another universe just like ours

But only

More in depth

If this “other world” did exist, for example

Then I would assume that, the colors there wouldn’t be... As dull as the colors here are

And I’m getting a migraine

As I sit and type, my fingers; wrapping around the definition and roots of this poem

 

 

 

What is it about?

This poem

Why am I rambling?

Why am I saying radical things to everyone around me?

And now, I’m getting dizzy

You know, I always think

And sometimes, thinking too much pays its toll on you

And you lay down, nothing seeming out of the ordinary anymore

Because you’ve done everything you’ve done and you’ve done

Everything you’re about to do

So it feels as if it’s abundant

The things

And they seem

A little repeating