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Getting Here
How did this happen?
How did I get here?
I have slept many times
during my waking hours,
but have never been more aware
than when REMs force me to see
behind closed lids, tearing the roof
off of the auto-filter.
Movement is perpetual, inevitable,
even in the self-imposed prison of
the willingly comatose.
Silly childish games we claim to have abandoned
are just wearing camouflage now.
We laugh when tots cover their eyes so certain
that you cannot see them.
Are we any different?
Ahh, the more things change...
No! That is just another blindfold.
Ludicrous to wear a blindfold when driving, right?
Quick we are to point out the folly of such an act
as we endure the never-ending craving of being
in the driver's seat of our lives, while we back seat drive
our excuses and justify our side seat views.
There was ever only one occupant, one pair of eyes
in that rearview glued to the road behind.
Then we are absurdly shocked as we arrive at aimless destinations.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line
but I always fail the sobriety test by being intoxicated
with the lethal combination of doubt and fear.
It always has me flit around like a drunken bee without a purpose.
But as with any other addiction, the 1st step is acknowledgment.
So wherever I am I will earn that my mind's fingertips drew the blueprint.
And now I can embrace the detours, scenic routes and breakdowns
as necessary creations to allow myself to adopt this highway as my own.
So yeah, I am taking the wheel and I got here.
I hope to see you there.
