Narcissus

One track mind, trying to step back into the future, a farther now, in the fourth dimension, a life appraised and deemed worthy of an honourable mention, chest puffed out in anticipation you would think I had hypertension, thats just my ego ready to soak up (praise) rays,  help I ascend these parentheses, stack chlorophyll for emphasis, I guess you could call it photosynthesis. Gassed off an offchance, thats just me running on E, right? you cant cash potential, or maybe im just a bruised ego turned primal, convinced I understand and could circumvent the forces that caused the great depression, and that my I.D. And initials would perchance purchase adulation.

The mind

Robust and fragile all in the same vein the mind is a wondrous thing,

On legs of thought, the more it wanders, it inevitably stumbles upon hidden foot paths,

Some long forgotten, others freshly worn, 

Even on star lit nights as the old adage goes, theres nothing new under the sun

Bright or seemingly in a haze, dazed and incoherent,

Flagrant and superfluous or concise to a fault

Under the guise of folly at times vaulting over the sarchasm

If only for a moment, raising man and setting him apart from beast

Churning over every sensory feast, ad infinitum 

In idle attempts to obtain sustenance from its cud

A world within a world.