Current Condition

A minnow lost at sea, sought out to seek A pillow plopped in a puddle, as tears leak From a visica piscis just below a widow's peak Can't speak... Spirit is willing, body is weak A storm so strong knows not defeat A form so wrong that only knows deceit From a cloud so dark, a golden field of wheat Can't eat... Body is cold, mind is heat A current running down a slope so steep A potent dream, a stream, a quantum leap From an infinite amount of nights counting sheep Can't sleep... Mind is empty, soul is deep