A force pulls you back to slumber and you'll waste the day away. You could be out there discovering new and profound clarities but you chose to be idle. Your autopilot brain leads you nowhere.
Like old toys and fixtures in your house, they are simple. You don't despise them but they can't challenge your thoughts anymore. So go on, travel with weight and look for the one thing that will feed your famished soul.
Come on and get that ass off a 48-hour unmade bed. Stop being insignificant and search for that moment you lost - when the world was at your feet and random thoughts pour in to wrap around a celestial intercourse.
Admit to yourself that all else are second best. You'll only feel alive when the moon is in place and you're sitting on the front steps of a vacant apartment deciphering philosophies, making new ones and contradicting the world that stated the impossible.
Look into the eyes that softly tell you how strangely amazing you are while you carry on with insightful incoherence... and you'll find yourself in love for the first time... again..
.. Unexpectedly destined like apple tree bearing oranges
