A Conflict

It was just another routine holiday morning,

she had just risen up from a lengthy sleep

nothing planned, just ingenious and boring 

she realizes this is just one more day to sweep

Yet at another time when she thinks it through

she knows there are concepts that matter to her

appreciated that vision of her in the dreamy cue

where she is thinking sharply even through a blur

One time motivated with vigour and intensity

like all mysteries of the world are her's to know

As she watches the hazy fogged large window 

with great clarity, she reflects with curiosity  

And yet at another time, she is fully detached 

from the pleasures of life, lost with no aim

the point of existence was almost fully crashed

felt like an undefined scoring system in a game

Along with these two polar stages of survival, 

there is third, a state that is more offensive to wit

it is the fear of landing on a sad number on the dial

and an anxious and stressful attempt to avoid it

Made a colossal effort to erect the faith that shook 
with the well-fabricated justification of her existence,

showing dreams of perfection, a well-written book

and the brown packages of that cute untold suspense