#30 (Something to Chew On)
At one point in my life
I sat in front of the TV
Dreaming that it’d be me
Spreading the joy that I once felt
But life is more complex than a dream
Matched only in its confusion
Roads diverge at points without means
Only to meet up at a point most advantageous to those above
At another point
I wondered if it were possible to even choose a road
If the destination is the same
Does variation in journey matter?
A point shortly thereafter
I felt as though the journey is what allows for the destinations meaning
So, I sped up to 80
Attempting to get there as fast as I could
Red lights and stop signs only seemed like suggestions
I missed moment after moment passing me by
A premature ending was almost my fate
But premature is something I was all too familiar with
Fire drill versus Lock-down
Who really wins in the end
When none of it can prepare you for the real thing
Another moment
I found myself stuck at the end of a cul de sac
In a neighborhood marked for development
Circles and circles I went
Watching the same patterns lock me in place
Left and right couldn’t be right
Passively waiting for the road to change
As red signs were built all around me
Until a way out seemed impossible
The next moment
I pushed the gas pedal through the floor
Ripping out of the cul de sac at the speed of sound
Destroying the neighborhood they built around me
An inferno rest in my wake
Burning up the dreams of the lives dependent on me
A high-speed collision into a non-existent bridge
Sent me flying out of my seat through the front windshield
In this moment
I stand in the creek
Picking shards of glass out of my hands and knees
Unsure of which way to go
Feeling the river flow past me
I journey up against the current
Where I can build my own village
Untouched by the needs of those down stream
A village of isolatory bliss
Can only last for so long
So, I sit here squeezing the arm rests of my throne
Waiting for that car to barrel through all that I’ve built