Just Minutes Ago Poem
How different a person can be from minute to minute.
It keeps you guessing.
It keeps me guessing.
Led only by the thump thump of a heart.
Does not even have to be their own.
As long as they own it for the moment.
***
Ten minutes ago, I was at rest.
Simply going with the flow.
Ignorant but not oblivious to responsibility.
Chasing the low while I can.
Enjoying the rest.
Dreaming while I wake.
***
Five minutes ago, I began to awaken.
The flow slowly leading too far from home.
Pressure building.
Reaching a new high.
Stirring to life.
The end of a short dream.
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Now, I am awake.
Moving with a faster different kind of flow.
Trying to reach home as fast as possible.
Riding the speed high.
Awake and alive.
Until it is time to dream again.