Rocky Lagou

I\'m a Woolgatherer

Don’t think too much.

You’ll tend to get lost,

in the figments

in the pigments

of the colors -

every shade

in the day

Hidden replicas, dark and gray

Don’t you know? I’m a woolgatherer -

After they shear

I collect the fleece,

recollect the peace,

back when life was sweet

lost in reverie

I feel that the closest connection one could ever have with the

supernatural is that when one is “zoned out”

Lost in space

Mingling with the subconscious state

Full-blown auto pilot

A brief interval of responsive silence

Until,

Awareness trickles in,

Then you’ll become sad, again.

Don’t think too much,

daydreamers.

And as for me,

I’ll stay in my farm woolgathering,

‘Till I snap out of it!