The whys of life
Stream down through conscience
Choosing and picking,
Forging new paths.

There's a constant change in mind
Behind the brain part
That sees only the present;
The one that is beyond time.

A swirling of the abstract.
States labeled by our vocabulary,
Many times too generalized
For one to understand.

And knowledge can be explained,
Assumptions made
Also, misunderstandings happen.
But, that change is still there.

Nevermind, the actions
Done already,
And that seek-and-catch:
Stability.

Werewolf week
Is what I name it
That unscheduled time of pure rage
Self-cuffed by the limitations of responsibility.
With a silenced roar
Chained, under the moon.

There's no magic pill to cure it
Only to numb
And keep all steady.
Killing the urge to just be.

The chains creek
The ground cracks
There's always a way
To break free!

Tiredness alone
Prevents the worst,
And it's a deep slumber
That destroys the focus of just one perspective.

And then the changes start again,
Picking up where it was left off
Purposeful and concise,
To make up for all the time gone.

Probably, the chains
Will be stronger
Eventually, the chains
Will be forgotten.

The creative mind in full control.

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