coherence

I don't know what to think sometimes. Or even how to think.
Sometimes, I can't even frame the question. But it's still there, under the surface.
Just below my consciousness, I am aware of its presence. It is future, and it is past.
Hopes and dreams . Fears. Memories both sad and happy. And life's underlying purpose.

I drift in and out, as if in a trance. I am on autopilot.
When I ride my bike, brush my teeth, when I'm with you, when I'm in class.
Sometimes even when I play guitar or read a book. And I daydream.
About the future. About the past.

And as I wander, on autopilot, daydreaming, I perceive the world.
It affects me, imprints upon my mind.
I feel --fear, anger, sadness, happiness--in response.
And I don't even always know why.

But sometimes I feel like I've woken up, and I really see.
And I understand cause and effect again, and I know why I feel the way I do.
About myself and my actions. About other people theirs.
And I understand karma. And everything's blue.

Sometimes it happens
When I ride my bike, brush my teeth, when I'm with you, when I'm in class.
Sometimes even when I play guitar or read a book. Or when I daydream.
And it is the present.