The realization of being here has
Put me in my own way

I could never hear my ears before
Now I can’t hear through the ringing

I could never see my eyes before
Now they obstruct my vision

My sinuses have taken up
Allergies

My hair is thinning and gray
Nothing is here to stay

That is once you start
Getting in your own way!



I would carry-on but it almost seems depressing becoming self aware
So I’ll end this here.

Each person in our life is a traveller.
You will meet him/ her next day or not.

Moving faster
Than perpetual motion
My awareness  jetlagged  
By cosmic gamma waves
Impure tainted toxic
Environments
A spirrowling array
Of wayward souls
Vibrating really low
Unfortunately

My witness
A sporadic blackhole
Blinking in and out of existence
My spirit a fragmented broken sky
A partial day and a long night


For tonight
I'll drink a beer
And live the lie
That this dream of life
Shall never die

+ t +
              Traveler