My hand doesn't stop shaking. The morning has long gone and I continue to absorb the soft memories that rest in my bed. When did things get so lost? I can't remember the lost days of life when I knew where I was going. Now, it seems the secret is no one knows where they are going.
One cup, and it gets clearer where someone should fit in the world: it's all desire! If you can follow a heart then you have it made, man. It's like finding a destiny or something, ya digg? Of course this action is only worth taking if it fits under certain pre-determined contract of interest in which you make sure never to go out of bounds. But the bounds aren't exactly the same as boundaries, man; They're just there to make sure the MAN doesn't kick you out of what your heart desires.
Two cups: what was I thinking? Following different boundaries led me nowhere but being bound. A contract of the mind contrasts with the contact of a contradiction bound throughout in submission of a wild out-of-control decision, or it's just immature. Either way, it makes no difference to me, and that's all that matters in the end.
Third cup, and the world opens up. No more slant rhymes to a different time where there never has been a revelation or an elevation to soaring heights of intrusive visions. Those soft memories are the only things that keep things at arms reach. Never having to commit to anything leaves one completely open to anything. But is that floating? Does it matter? Who is counting anyway? Am I just wander-wondering for the sake of a passage of time?
Yes, and no. The indecision is the act of life itself. These inversely positive remarks that make heads spin mean nothing. In the end, there is only a perpetual change that can not be understood or captured. This act of waking up in the morning is nothing other than experiencing all life at once, and never realizing that this is life after all. Rest easy on the soft thoughts of memories of yesterday's that will no longer present their blissful weight before our tired eyes. Now is the time to live once and for all.
Still, my hand keeps shaking. I'll just drink quietly. There is more meaning in sitting still with a cup in hand then can ever be expressed. Everyone could feel the way this feels, but it seems out of reach. They seem too wrapped up in finding out where they are going, and still never find the answer. My regards go out to the lost travelers, I should pass a thought over you in my morning routine.
