in what?
real time, it was real time, that's the ticket, the path, the mantra, the theme park we created and came to play in long ago or only yesterday, depending upon which real time line we compare to this moment... ah, but fools we are, we stare blankly wondering what it all means (in the myriad of moments that lead to truth if you follow far enough and can see)...
you may just find it...
once there was a way
but then they say
you can’t go home again
still
once there was a way
and who are they
forsake way back when
still
once there was a way
a song would play
and touch us deep inside
still
once there was a way
a yesterday
that can not be denied
still
and after all this time, or a moment, i still do not sleep when this body sighs with exhaustion for the moment my eyes close, knowing there’s so little time before I must spend another day at work and not have a day to myself (the selfishness of the mind is still so prevalent, at least in my mind… and I wouldn’t have it any other way because it is one of the keys, if not the key to me, the awareness and perspective and particular personality that is me and I miss me, a lot, quite often, in fact, more than anyone else, even, and I still hope I am not the only one, cha know?) and the brain starts firing chemicals back and forth between synapses and the thoughts stir the feeling and the feeling stir the thoughts and the universe spins faster and faster…
but the babbler laughs and plays this silent game, instead of rambling on and on as was so often the way in the past moments that were real time before this moment, or whenever you might be reading… and the brevity amuses me in it’s novelty, if nothing else, for it poses pondering for anyone, or at least for me, who might attempt to understand and make some sense, to seek consistency and normalcy (ah, the rebel child wins again)…
the soup is still good...
and you, dear reader, what goes on between your ears, or under them, for that matter?... how are you, where are you, who are you, what are you now, in real time? :)
you may just find it...
but then they say
you can’t go home again
still
once there was a way
and who are they
forsake way back when
still
once there was a way
a song would play
and touch us deep inside
still
once there was a way
a yesterday
that can not be denied
still
and after all this time, or a moment, i still do not sleep when this body sighs with exhaustion for the moment my eyes close, knowing there’s so little time before I must spend another day at work and not have a day to myself (the selfishness of the mind is still so prevalent, at least in my mind… and I wouldn’t have it any other way because it is one of the keys, if not the key to me, the awareness and perspective and particular personality that is me and I miss me, a lot, quite often, in fact, more than anyone else, even, and I still hope I am not the only one, cha know?) and the brain starts firing chemicals back and forth between synapses and the thoughts stir the feeling and the feeling stir the thoughts and the universe spins faster and faster…
but the babbler laughs and plays this silent game, instead of rambling on and on as was so often the way in the past moments that were real time before this moment, or whenever you might be reading… and the brevity amuses me in it’s novelty, if nothing else, for it poses pondering for anyone, or at least for me, who might attempt to understand and make some sense, to seek consistency and normalcy (ah, the rebel child wins again)…
the soup is still good...
and you, dear reader, what goes on between your ears, or under them, for that matter?... how are you, where are you, who are you, what are you now, in real time? :)
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