“Realization.”

Is this life? Maybe it is.
What is my life? The meaning I miss.
All these thoughts. Those may be it.
All those thoughts. These maybe it.

Time to realize? I do not know.
What to realize? I really want to know.
Blame me for everything. I think I know.
Do not care about me. Even my shadow knows.

Why am I thinking. What to think about me?
Why am I realizing. Anything to wonder about me?
Is this thinking? A process to be free?
Or is it realizing, a process to be me?

Realize in the night. Thoughts are everything?
Thoughts are finishing me off. Thoughts are the only thing?
Do I need thoughts? Then, am I still alive?
Are thoughts a way to finish off thoughts to know I’m still alive?

During the day, always a listening robot.
During the night, always an ignored trot.
During the day, hiding and waiting for it to finalize.
For the night, to start to think. To start to realize.

“Realization.” 2nd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:11am.