I find comfort in my future omniscient self in my mind
Viewing this and laughing at my non-reflective verbosity
And recognition of the patterns in my speech and thought
I am an interesting one, at least.
I feel myself removed from my rivers of mind
When I think of the dams that define it
Is the water that I stockpile of importance?
Maybe dams utilize it for power,
Power that other people see as tangible?
Perhaps I will never let the water flow
And let its potential be threatening
Or perhaps I will have rivers without blockages
One that people kayak upon and another that people use to power
Their light bulbs
Or perhaps this is an extended metaphor structuring my thoughts in a fashion that
Is quite
Molded to the structure of the narrative and less to the thoughts themselves.
However,
My omnisciency,
Perhaps you see the loose thoughts in my connotations,
Maybe this is for you
And not for others who exist without context,
Or perhaps, writing frozen head tilted I am pushing my mind into that literary glow once more