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Awakening to a different place

Similar, the same, but alterered.

Like a funky de ja vous,

walking fine while my feet have faltered.


Like New Mexico is to Arizona–

desert and hot, but different.

Santa Fe versus Carefree.

I am, and it’s me.


Snap back to reality–

the noise, the traffic,

the trivialities.

So important is my lane,

that I will honk and flip you off

if you try to overtake me.


And then, flip–

I’m in a realm

that’s different from Loop 101

but still in smoky exhaust.


I’m there, but I’m not,

on autopilot, freaky as it seems,

I can feel nothing beneath me.

No vibrating engine, no stop-and-go movement,

not even the steering wheel.


Floating, like a white, trite cloud.

Number 9 if you wish, but no labels for me–

Time stands still, and I am free.

Nothing at all matters except me and thee.

And who is thee but part of me?


There are no lanes, there are no stripes.

There are no boxes, no limits of any types.

There is no gas, there are no wrecks.

Nothing exists beyond my intents.


Am I awake or asleep at the wheel?

Is all my reality based on anything really real?

Nothing is but what we accept.

We can remember, and we most certainly forget.


What is important? Really, I implore you–

I don’t mean to bore you, and I don’t want to think for you.

I feel very alone but not lonely it’s weird.

Honestly, I am being quite sincere.


If traffic does not matter, then why don’t I fly–

just rise above the cars and float through the sky.

If this table is not solid,

then why does it stand?

How does it hold my computer and my arms,

how does this keyboard take the pounding from my fingers,

from my thoughts?

How does this chair support my ample butt,

how don’t I fall and just float around this kitchen?


If all is energy, how does it repel

The forceful kicks and the roads of hell,

the days that bleaken our sunniest skies,

the tears that irritate and swollen my eyes?


Doctor said My You Seem Rather Disturbed,

which really irked me and left me perturbed.

Supposed to help but all he did was criticize

or label me as insane in his eyes.


I’m outta here…I’ve gotta go

someplace where I can be myself and so

I’ll see ya later, I’ll send you a post.

If you write back, I’ll love you the most!