Mad Ramble

Morning burned through the dreamscape
and I woke in seamless transition (again).
I found myself repeating a curious mantra
that echoed through my skull;

"You are the observed
and the observer.

You are the observed
and the observer.

You are the observed
and the observer..."

For so long it seemed the days would stay the same
and I would be stuck,
miserable forever, trapped inside a walking corpse
only to wink out
and be robbed of dreams forever.
Now my whole universe begins to bend.

Let me explain.

I have karma. You probably have it too.
Listen,
my hair isn't dread-locked, and there are no essential oils in it.
I don't have a single pair of hemp pants,
and I wear socks almost all of the time.
I am not religious. I am student, and a realist.
I swallow the proof when I taste it in the pudding.

So believe me when I tell you
I have karma (and you probably have it too).

The strength of my desires was an unstoppable force,
(and this, it seems redundant to prove)
and my karma an immovable object.

So, what does happen, anyway?
I'll tell you, but you're not going to like it:

Nothing!