I have something like a toggle switch That gives me quite the itch Sometimes I turn it on Some others, the power within feels gone Remember the days, when we had antennas? Well, such is the case with my mental stamina Mostly, it's known for neglegient oversight But if it smells blood, it develops quite the shark's appetite I'm normally quite calm and always at peace I don't get anxious easily and my senses are always at ease I have a lot of patience, so I've been told Of my faculties, I'm usually in control So my general state of being is almost like that of a yogi I'm usually at peace; within myself, I'm always happy I am organized; I arrange my immediate space I seldom ever let situations get out of place So, even wehn people around me are insulting me They really can't get into my spirit's sanctuary It's not because I'm strong and mighty I just won't realize it; it won't even strike me As much a I relish observing human behaviour No matter all the experiences, my base essence and flavour Won't permit me to beleive anything more than this That human beings are a portion of divine bliss I am overtly optimistic and always see The good in almost each and everybody Besides, I beleive we need to cut people some slack Instead of jumping to our defences and springing to attack Since I believe human beings are inherently good I treat them with respect, dignity, and trust like I should But, if someone frequently cross outstretched boundaries They'll distub me while I'm levitating, and cause me worries I'll not notice a million sins, and everything can get past me I have an extreme threshold; but I'm still human, you see If you manage to detach me from my meditation My senses will snap into quite an alert-mode situation And then suddenly, I'll remember irrelevant details I myself never knew I'm exceptionally good at deconstructing an aftermath; I don't know why I was cabin crew Things like colours, associated smells, background noises, placement, date, and time Suddenly, I'll recall the minutest detail if I invest myself in solving a crime I know I'm absolutely capable of being a human lie-detector I have a fairly good understanding, through experience, of human behaviour But it takes away a lot of my peace I prefer to close my peepers and be at ease I have an invisible on-off switch Being in a state of constant attention makes my soul twitch I normally do not notice anything and all my senses are toned down I prefer keeping my switch 'off' or I'll have to roam around with a perpetual frown True, I make a lot of avoidable mistakes, and fall into wells But, if the switch is on, almost everything and everyone, it repels Because it notices each and every discrepancy I prefer not to constantly over-analyze inconsistencies I'm an extreme case; I'm either extremely alert or too callous Balance is an unknown term in my world's palace I could be asleep in a storm, earthquake, or a ruckus ...quite pleasantly Or I could, in the midst of serenity wake up with the drop of a pin, disturbingly Do you really want to play poke-the-bear? Think about it? Once that switch is on, I'll be too aware I'll get the mental charts out, with subsets, pies and bars ...to do an entire thesis Regression, unresolved/unknown preconception/childhood trauma, and Freudian rhesis Don't make me cross that threshold I, honestly prefer keeping my blindfold But, isn't it funny that I have this on-off switch For a semblance of balance ...if only I could ditch! Just let the bear hibernate Unless in the aftermath, you want to participate!
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