It has been a long, tumultuous voyage..  into complacent.. stagnant.. normalcy.

I've swum the tides of fortune, pleasure, knowledge.. and as they fall I can feel the dry sand, chafing my sanity.

I've seen wonders of the world, built to inspire - inevitably in vain. Opportunity and privilege have no purpose in a frozen museum of a life.

They snuck onto me covertly.. unnoticed. A lame onesie.. slightly too tight around the neck... obnoxiously, unnaturally colored for no reason.

I've cast off all semblance of any character I once had
and I lay here now in bed
In my plebian pajamas and with my flaccid life.

mask of virtue
over a smooth brain

There's a circus on my back,
    and a monkey leading the show.

I could try to get my life on track,
   but I'd really like to go.

Put hands on mouse and keyboard
    to turn on this fog machine.
Filled my mind with cloudy vapor
  and now I cannot see.

Wet. sand. pours. from. my. heart.
. . . .
into. a. castle. of. doomed. ambitions.
. . .
Too-quicksand. counts. each. beat.,.
. .
'til. the. terminal. grain.
.
leaves the partial life
         
unfinished

the clocks are rising up in rebellion
and nothing can stop them
quick! we have to sleep before it's too late

The untended **** can only grow
'til the roots take to stone
and it soon becomes known

Should a tug be its fate,
then a hole must be filled
but the stone won't forget
even if the garden will.