Perhaps there is a constant musing,
All around us but it appears confusing.
If there is a flow to life, and we don't see it,
I wonder if we're meant to.
Is being awake, aware, and conscious,
A benefit or just a stress?
Is opening our eyes to ourselves and others,
Causing more love or just making a mess?
And how is one to know,
That they have even awoken.
To some real sense of knowing,
If it has yet to be spoken.
Is it helpful to be awake...
© Nadine Staaf 2012