My Awakening

The epiphany of the moment
As I slowly regain consciousness and awareness
My eyes begins to distinguish form and figure and colour
My senses understands smell, touch and sound
My mind begins to process information,
updating the old, analysing the new
Craving understanding and then control
Then the tussle begins
Flirtingly, the mind gains control then looses it.
The tussle continues over and over again
All day, All night, All year
My Awakening

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