Not So Conscious Line

One after one, line is one
Four sides are stopped, four directions are stopped
Paused time, forecasted time
No upcoming, certainly coming?

Locked vision, future's vision
Playing in present time, living time
Who is playing time really? Who knows really?
Questions are building, old thoughts are building.

Reality goes downward, going downward
Not meeting with consciousness, no calming consciousness
Confusion is waiting there, always there
From eternity, for eternity.

Breath of realisation comes late, breathes late
Peace is late too, realisation comes late so peace is late too
Everyone is stuck in one line, one conscious line
Not looking for directions, new directions.

Time is frustrated, concept is frustrated
All exists randomly, questioningly
Answers meets randomly, destination surprises randomly
Known line, not so conscious line.