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.

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