Untoward Cloverleaf

In a moment you are going to blink
And your mouth with a big smile will pronounce
Enriched stimulant words

If you could plan this,
Then the final conclusion
Wouldn’t be full of potential growth

Not reacting correctly when hearing the sounds
Basis of an insecure egocentric person
Parallel to the distant ego
That falls from walls and dives
Into the scary waters of the ocean

It takes fifteen minutes to climb the stairs
You take the newly renovated elevator instead
Light green, pale yellow
The time exaggerates the pressure over your body
It will be a waste of time, like sleeping constantly
When you should be developing skills

But afterwards life runs smoothly
Or as soft as it can get
Counting seconds in the watch,
Foreseen a depressive night

In a moment you are going to blink,
And what you will see
Will be an image of the past
The future is far away from your presence

Stealing ideas, and shadowing
Although the growth is personal
Like Wiccans,
But more like the little prince
People around you look strange

How can you define?
How can you feel?

You walk around in different costumes
They call you Gemini,
But you would never abandon the fourth

In a moment you are going to blink
You are going to listen
Loud noises of honking cars
And memories of a lost summer

Who are you?
Why are you in these thoughts?

You are the story, behind steps
You are the lost mind, behind the theoretical knowledge
You are the loner, and the sociable
You are the quest,
You are the quest

In a moment you are going to blink,
And the moment will be gone.