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!
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on the lonely times of introspection that happens in most our day-to-day lives (like "daydreaming" or straight-up "zoning out") which although seemingly "innocent" may reveal the deeper, darker, sides of our beings.
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I think woolgathering should be made law, and then set in stone.
Okay, a queue of cars has suddenly gone ballistic behind me. They obviously ain't woolgatherers. Like your poem.
AGAHAGHA! omg! I literally almost choked on my own saliva. Thanks soo much for this beautiful comment. AND YES, I'm establishing WOOLGATHERING as a law now, haters can back off. 💖💖
Something quite different - enjoyed the read.
Thanks! That's what I try to do, the unconventional. 👍
Engaging great read ! 🙂
Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! 😄
True once you think of it. This is usually out of mind but it happens continually. Well done
Thanks for the reply! I'm glad you captured the message! This is a fond poem of mine and It's nice to see you found it relatable. "Don't think too much, daydreamers" 😁👍🌟💖
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