One-Track Mind

I look at you
and I do not think about
the songbird playing a tune at dawn
or the marigolds sprouting
along the base of the fence.

I do not think about
the closets stuffed with skeletal remains
or the hallways littered
in the ghosts of past residents.

I look at you
and I do not think about the pain
needed to suffer
to view the beauty in nature’s movies.

I see only you,
a model perfected by the hands of God
in a simulation where the choice is ours
with what to do with the connection
from creation to this moment.

I believe only in a heaven
that spawns us in the same world,
and into the paths of arms
wrapped tightly
around the promise of forever.

I think not about the surrounding,
but your smile,
this tunnel vision commanded
by the programmer
that made a one-track mind
the only right
in a world of wrongs.

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10 thoughts on “One-Track Mind

  1. I vanished from my computer for, like, 1 hour, and my WordPress Reader went from being heavily inactive to having 4 new posts, 2 of which were yours xD A pleasant surprise, I must admit

    The fourth stanza is difficult for me to read (figuratively, not literally). Mostly, it’s because when I think of God, I think of Him through the Christian viewpoint, though I recall you mentioning you weren’t a Christian. Do you mind explaining what you meant, so I can better understand this poem?

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  2. This is beautiful, so happy you’re finding happiness, poems like this are so uplifting and I hope this happiness is here to stay for you. Beautiful poem, I keep rereading it bc I love it so much, there’s just so many happy elements to it, I just love it ❀

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