Thought debris
I asked my spirit
what is my goal ?
My spirit asked
is there a goal ?
I said with fun
There must be one
Said the spirit with a smile
pen this down, save the file
Goal is an object
BE that object
And you'll know
there was none
The infinity of space and
the infinity of process
Stitched together
to create you
A recycled
periodic table
The zillion atom body
that you boast
Is mostly the space
that you host
Having space
at your core
With arrogance
you like to roar !
You search nothingness
and call it knowledge !
You talk infinite
with mind in the finite
Please ping your mind
and be a little kind
Once you are done
the fun has begun
You will find yourself
in the ocean of 'none'
The mighty EG O will appear
'For example zero'
Increase the space
between your thoughts
Culture the silence
mind must be taught
The lesser you think
the more you're aware
The more you are aware
the more you'll laugh
The more you laugh
the more you increase
volume of energy
per wave of thought
This is a request
not a decree
As soon as possible
leave your thought debris !