Hypervigilance

the "could be" kaos factor

the what if inventions

the foreshadow factory

but all possibility is 50/50

nothing is ever as it seems

locked in a lie, this lucid dream

hyper vigilance screams

talking with fear of spit-back

of every breaths toxic lie

lay awake in a surface sleep

never truly conscious, barely alive

trip into a seductive state

slowly one hallucinates

but not for the eyes, no vision here

what one sees is never clear

the mind meanders to possibility

what can becomes what will be

the undefined is definitely

one creates their own proximity

One creates their own methods

One terminates their own could be

Focused on the future it happens

when the moment was still a might be

Curled in the corner afraid of everything

one blink and it could all be gone

Chance leaves open doorways to things

With No chance, nothing can go wrong

Why the mind wander to the worst

only that mind can determine

mine figures that on the bottom

less the fall, safer to climb up from