I should have a chip on my shoulder.
One big enough to crush the moon.
So the oceans would push back.
Like the way my words push back your false securities.
I can wield power without having to know what power is.
What’s a fly to dragon?
I’d die without ever forgetting that line.
Engrained in the wood that sits outside my door. Down the hall.
I need to stop escaping.
Actually trap myself in what it is that I want to do.
I wish I could rasterize a digital clock onto my eyelids.
Maybe then time won’t seem to go by so fast and I’d actually wake up on time.
Before it’s too late.
I suppose the pixels would have to have a soft glow if you want to be technical.
So I can read them.
When I’m asleep, but if you take a vote I’ve been asleep. Dormant.
Letting dreams pass me by for a bit of leisure.
That gas tank is almost on E and the next gas station isn’t for another 2,454 miles.
I Google Maps California several times a week.
The blueprint is there, but I act like I’m too color blind to see it.
Or I just close my eyes when it comes time to look at it.
This is as close to self-loathing as I’m ever going to get.
I don’t want to regret too many things when hybrid cars are the standard.