So much  change. So often in my life.
Residences, phone numbers, jobs.
Relationships.
Its as though i fail.
Over and over again . i fail.
I falter.
.......and get up. Back up. Way up. Wait up.
I never give up.
What am i waiting for?
What am i wishing for?
Every change erases my progress.
Undermined by myself or another.
My foundation must be weak.
What is it? Where is it? What is it that i seek?
I'm  not looking for answers. Anymore.
I only want time to please stand still.
Let me catch up. Let me catch my breath.
Let me completely experience anything before i must move on in death.
Im not down. I'm  not up.
I am just aware enough.
Walking through the cemetery, i saw dandelions. So i stopped and made a wish.
I wished to not have to go through any of this again.
Those Dandelion Wishes never work.
I blew all of its spindrils straight into the wind.
If i were one of The Three Little Pigs, i would build my house of Dandelions.
You can huff and you can puff, and you could blow my house down.
I could waste my life making Dandelion Wishes then.

The crash test dummy-
Eternal, immortal mockery
if a mummy-
The poster child for " Don't Do This "
an unnatural being that makes no sense to be,
all the lessons learned a little too late.
like a fourth little piggy, with dandelion spindrils, hoping to build my house.
Like a lion dressed like Mickey Mouse-

I'm so old, but I'm too immature to see, the mockery of life being played upon me.
Run! Run! Run as fast as you can, and the hockey stick is set forth upon my path-
Wreck, Scramble, Brush myself off, while all the Decents
point and scoff.