Isn’t it a fun-sized world out there?
This catatonic state enables such hazy clarity, such blurry focus
It’s almost like the real life you had
But is the magic even more?
Isn’t the real more real, the space between words more defined?
It sure seems that way sometimes
Shouldn’t we be going for quality, not quantity?
Should these thoughts that fill my head be this big?
Too big to fit, I think
Too grand for a being such as me
If the universe disagrees, then let it show me somehow
A random laugh at 12:34 during lunch with a friend
Who knows why, and what it means, and smiles knowingly
Without saying a word