Finding your people is an important task
Resulting in stability in an otherwise unstable world
It was time-consuming, nerve-racking, and sometimes difficult
Even when you stumble upon the perfect candidates, the work has just begun
Now you have to make time and not let life and family and work and, and, and,
Distract you from keeping those connections from atrophying
So how are you doing today, my …
Finding courage to do the almost impossible mean he had to reach real deep.
Reach into depths he wasn’t sure he had.
And yet, here he was looking straight into the face of this next hurdle.
If he could just take a step forward here, his life would change forever for the good, but could he?
Looking at the parallel bars, he hoisted himself back up on them and tried to get his legs to walk.
Monastery life was not for him.
Orders were like frats in his book, and he had had enough of them in college.
Now instead of hazing, there were vows of silence and all these prayer times.
Knowing he would get three square meals a day made it all worthwhile, though.
So he signed on the dotted line. Wait till they found out he was an atheist.
He looked at the pile on the floor in front of him.
Everything there at one time meant the world to him.
And now they were flotsam in the backwaters of his life.
Picking them up, he turned from the trashcan and put them in a drawer. Not yet.
Viewing life through a gauzy sheet of emotions
Everything was fuzzy and slightly off color
It made things less scary and more comfy
Living that way also meant never really knowing what was real
Beating a dead horse became his specialty.
Railing against the machine his mission in life.
All he lived for was to troll as many people as he could on Twitter.
So it was surprising when he found a woman who would put up with his shenanigans.
Her secret? She bought his mama’s house and locked him inside the basement.
Looking at the arrow of time, he felt that it was wrong. It didn’t explain his bouts of DeJa’Vu.
Oh, that’s why he had spent so much of his life putting together this machine from those moments.
Only did he have the balls to press the button and see what would happen?
Pushing it he winked out of time. When he woke up he had a feeling he should make a time machine…
Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful
Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots
Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult
Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind
Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread was his favorite proverb
It encapsulated his life in ways that spanned from ludicrous to profound
Ever since he was a boy, he would do the near impossible, twist fate into pretzels, and never miss a beat
Reveling in the audacity of the chaos he spread around like seeds from a dandelion caught in a tornado
Could do no wrong, and it was just the way of the universe
Evidently when you held your guardian angel hostage, you could ever be the fool, but were you?
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