The abundance of availability is depressing
I am right now a white American male
With empty leisure
I sit
I contemplate everything
From
Who I want to be
To
Who or what am I really?
I sit a long time
I find that I’m lazy
Giving vegetative time to whatever
Not, not important
But
Not properly perceived…

…I should be basking

We ALL should

I know that all the emotions that are rampaging in my head
Are just subtle responses triggered by this current perception
And that  “my head” doesn’t (beyond it’s own criteria) exist
We come from death
We go to life
There’s nothing you can do that’s wrong
Since the game is experience
And experience is what you have
You’re working
Try not to try so hard