Travel for centuries in all those yesterdays and arrive at the place we were born.

When my mind plays tricks on me
I laugh to fool it into thinking that
I am still sinking
and it works.

Friends,
well
some have gone into the great beyond my understanding
and I am still sinking laughing at the jokes life plays on us.

It could be that we are only the projections of tormented single cells awaiting their time, our time may not come for centuries, but the place we were born will be there.