When you’re so affectively afflicted by the day’s invectives, every song you hear on the radio is about you and your shit.
Human beings all look different but on the inside we’re all the same—made of meat with minds ambly mutating. Our bodies are just actors and within us are our many understudies, observing our performance and amending those ethical principles underpinning
our behaviors post hoc. The phantasmal multitudes struggle and fight amongst themselves just beneath the surface of our illusive miens, one and all biding their time with abated breath to break out into their own starring roles.
I think I might be one of those space monkeys what rode rockets into the great blue yonder without enough food or oxygen to survive the trip back. Or am I the prodigal who’ll one day return to a Thanksgetting feast on the frozen shores of Lake Michigan?
The face in the mirror is beginning to look withered, wizened, and wise enough to know that histrionics and narcissism ain’t gonna take me much farther.
And we all want to wander by our lonesome but alone one can only wonder. Only, time can’t tell me what ends we’re meant for. Time tells us nothing if we only watch. Own the watch, and tell the time when it comes!