Poem -

Staring into emptiness

Staring into emptiness

Our imagination runs wild, 
When we start to think of thing,
Which is most unlikely to happen, 
Or something wild is happening that we could not possibly explain, 
Is it the way we are as a person is seeing, listening or thinking?

Being in that state of mind help us to lose focus, 
But in that process we separate ourselves from the world around us,
Sometimes we even don't know what is going on inside our mind?
In that very moment we lose track the sense of time.

Even though in that very lost time, 
Our world is still busy with people's doing their own business, 
To look in such a way that the attention and focus is not our eyes, 
The very brain ours is blank like a empty space,
Or the imagination is going wild that we can't even tell what is happening, 
By looking at nothingness for a brief moment, 
Our brain is doing subconsciously that the very movement is not affecting at us all.

When we come back from that state, 
Everything is back to normal as if nothing had happen to us at all, 
Then the time flies like a rotating electron in a Hadron collider, 
The very moment they crush against each other in a blink of an eye, 
We are way ahead than, 
We are. 

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