the brain perceives by
habituation unless
we choose consciousness
in the moment

i am not thinking
clearly no more drinking does
a toll on my mind

i aint afraid of nothing
   but myself
myself is all there is

i can see me sometimes clearly
   but mostly
cloud of doubt

called the ghosts of heaven
   to fill me
with all blessings

sometimes see the the devil
   in a fog
of make believe

myself is all there is

what has ever been
that cannot always be known
meaningless questions

something refracts off
of a surface is perceived
by brain equals thought

my blinding fault is
ego i am the greatest
maker of mistakes

math opinion
mind opinion yet is
opinion is
created by one