I go out to the Holodeck
fifteen times each day
or
maybe it is fifty.
The truth? I can not say

Suddenly, I'm in a place:
some place, far away,
or near.
Living out, some future life:
the hiding place of fear.

And other, "what if", emotions
tusnamis of thoughts
washed in blue oceans.

Hearing and seeing, like
I be slurping potions,

Love! Number nine?
No, Ten
outdated notions.

Action, danger, full color fantasies
Must be the "not here now", disease
must be the "pre-plan how" disease.

Not living in the present.
Saving on the fees.

Protection reckets for my selfs
My tiny inner syndicate, mob

who lie and cheat and laugh at me
then proceede to rob.
me
I'm deaf dumb and blind.