Whether I am here... Where I breathe

Or there... Where I dream

Or not me... The one you know,

Or you...Whoever you are today:

(Invariably)

We were meant to meet and journey in this triangualr web of strangers.

Momentarily intertwined,

Intricately arranged in a revolutionary  twist of kaleidoscope.

Obliviously rushing through each transition...

 Phase by phase ablur.

We've missed so much

Deliberately hurrying past that inner child

Who has aged beyond our years

And made residence under the bridge!

Making haste... as we predictably do

Past the urinary stench,

To the scenery behind the four panes at home

We comfort in the sensible chaos of seven eight-hour days

That exist merely to to join, separate, and define

 The gods we've assigned in rank.

Along the way...

 We may journey back from our own self-inflicted epitome

If all that we have achieved

Can be ballanced, measured or labelled.

Invariably X should lead to " why"

Which unlocks an eternity of theory whose answers hide

somewhere within layers of the inexplicable.

It is a matter of fact...

It is black matter.

An awakening, an unexpected vacation from a soap-sudded monotony.

It is the trip of our lifetime!

Copyright June 2009