I can't remember how I got here.
A striving to remember what I was
lead me to a song that I never heard.
Neck and my body strain,
its only when I'm dancing
that I feel like I'm alive.
But I sit in this lazy boy all day instead.
arthritic hands typing and clicking on internet pages.
I have put myself on the doorstep of death.
But I can't complain about my sore ***
Or the pain in my head. All I can do
Is remember that life is a cosmic drama dreamed
I am a messenger of the future, hidden truth, planetary organism.
Part of being a seer is knowing when you are going to exit.
I know that I am ready.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
I can't remember how I got here.
A striving to remember what I was
lead me to a song that I never heard.
Neck and my body strain,
its only when I'm dancing
that I feel like I'm alive.
But I sit in this lazy boy all day instead.
arthritic hands typing and clicking on internet pages.
I have put myself on the doorstep of death.
But I can't complain about my sore ***
Or the pain in my head. All I can do
Is remember that life is a cosmic drama dreamed
I am a messenger of the future, hidden truth, planetary organism.
Part of being a seer is knowing when you are going to exit.
I know that I am ready.
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