The Thought Garden

Sometimes I feel as if I am on the edge of something, With my mind so full of fuzzy static, [like that stuff you get on your tv screen when its not set to the right channel] Ready to explode into a million trillion pieces of energy, To disappear into oblivion, [On the very edge, the tip, the fringe] But I haven't quite decided yet, Whether or not thats a positive or negative, In this world of constantly shifting possibilities.

My mind is in a fog of restless contemplation, How do you live in the moment, And plan for the future, When all that you have learned so far, All the mistakes you've made, Prepared you for nothing, When every past experience was on a completely different road than the one you're traveling now, No precedence, No evidence, The great unknown...