Flowing and rowing through this again.

Magma flow burning my skin.

Why is this flow going through my head?

It hurts so much it makes me wish I was dead.

I wish not to die by the skin or the soul.

I wish for this flow to die by putting out the coal.

Success and love is my only goal.

And then I heard a voice say: ‘Walk slowly, speak softly, think slowly my dear.

Life within this moment and there will be nothing to fear.

Tread forward slowly like a gentle waltz in a marble ballroom.

What is going at the speed as the fastest land mammal in the world going to do?

Or even faster than the speed of light, do you really think that would leave you a clue?

I’m afraid it won’t, don’t you see? 

Flying at the speed with which your mind can only allow won’t set you free.’

So this whole entire time it’s been this Cosmic Brain Fog that has been slowing me down.

All of this stress, pressure, and scalding heat throbbing through my temple, third eye, and crown.

It was caused by nothing. Really? I find that hard to believe.

This society doesn’t think so, and sometimes neither do I.

As long as the fog dissipates from my eternal flow, then I don’t give a fuck.

I’ll go with the flow.