The feeling of impending doom is quite enchanting
If one isn't about to be engulfed by it.
It begins with a pinch of doubt
Going on a mindless stroll,
Eventually chancing upon leftovers
Of an 'Eat Me' cake
That Alice left behind in Wonderland.
As apprehensions swell
Into an anisotropic monstrosity,
One loses almost every recollection
Of how it all commenced.
Thoughts are autotrophic in nature;
Propagating, proliferating on their own,
Usually commanded by none.
One could squander hours worth lifetimes,
Pondering over the workings
Of one's own self.
Every insecurity no matter how miniscule
Triggers the 'fight or flight' instinct.
However, the urge to 'wait and watch' often supercedes,
Until circumstances spiral out of control.
If one could assess objectively,
The natural progression of cause and effect
Within the framework of the mind
Provides fascinating fodder for contemplation.
In fact, even when things appear to be falling apart,
It borders on exuding a sense of fulfilment,
If the consequences are well-deserved.
Such is the mystifying nature
Of the inner being,
That it dares to find beauty, albeit fleeting
In the face of imminent misery,
Regardless of what is yet to unfold.
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