free will

Perpetual cycles of unconscious whim

Closed eyes whipping frantically around

The trance of forgetfulness weighing heavy on our eyes

The mechanical determinsim of dullness

The evolutionary lineage of distraction

The centerless center

Remains the eye of the storm

With every arising 

Or what we call moment in time

How do we choose to be

Where do we choose to illuminate 

What world do we choose to live into fruition