At Least I Can Feel

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The scope is just too large
The blank canvas too vast
I just don’t know where to start
So I crack my knuckles
Turn my gaze forward
And instead of tuning out distractions
I let them guide me
To worlds previously unseen
Unimagined
Words flow from my fingertips
Words that barely make sense to me
Words evoking moods and visuals
That exist only in my head
Or maybe I ripped them off
From the plethora of sensations
Bombarding me at every turn
Someone once told me to be mindful
But they didn’t know or understand
For me that means everything
Boring down on me at once
And I can’t pry apart
The real from the surreal
When it all sounds and feels
So good and so bad
I’m not sure which is better
At least I can feel.

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