Staring up at the ceiling

yet not knowing whether to

I am still breathing

I stare into an abyss where the time

and reality never ceasing to exist

in the treacherous world where the

human mind seems to stop

in questions and thoughts that randomly zoom

by in a flash or in a state

that seems to sedate my frame of mind

I try and try but I can't seem to take the time

to stop and appreciate

the flowers, though ironically, I've got allergies

seem to smell sweet sweet

like rain showers in July and May that litter the ground

with innocent play

like beautiful snow that plaques the ground

with layers of pure white

playing around in the air

the ceiling does no justice to the playing in my head

the top does not do my brain fair

As expected as can be

I look alive and still dead in the middle of the floor

playing with my hair and looking up above

I can see things that no one else can

I can see heaven in the eyes of a lover

I can see heaven when I look at my grandmother's grave

I can see even when I'm blind

and sometimes I wonder how can one who's

blind see so perfectly the world in another view

it's ironic and it's strange

but then again the world does not hand you apples

when you ask for oranges or grapes

the world is not a pearl or oyster but

something ironic sitting in a galaxy

rotating on its own

around one golden star facing

eastward or westward

either way it goes

the faces stay the same

you would never notice anyone

if they all didn't become a normal blur

that you pass everyday

the ceiling does no justice to my mind play

the ceiling does no justice to my fair play

looking alive and staring up out of the floor

boring my brain with thoughts of amor

I can see myself in years from now

I can see myself in days again

looking at the mirror

does no justice

looking at the mirror

I still see the same world

wishing for the ending

wishing to see the beginning

does the world puzzle you not

with it's confusing puzzles

and light hearted life

staring up out of the floor and pretending to be alive

seems to be the best way to summarize

the world's view