I

Sometimes I just gotta go…

Through filmic eyes I have only distain for the seventeen dwarves

witnessed before me,

I cannot hold a lit bonfire to the subterfuge that is every day life,

I vacate and the previous before me is no more…

I cannot hang around green screened minds.

Neither shall I dust off my wrought-mind and smile at their platitudes of post office rhetoric

I listen, I cannot help but listen but listen I must from afar…

A tree with a sniper rifle built, for you and me babe, you and me…

I’ve got to find a way to stop time and keep it embryonic.

Away from the crustaceated rivulets of gas that slap the earth

too often,

I find I am just plain wrong.

I gotta go and make life worthwhile somehow…

You’ll know you’ve just gotta go when

you

identify as yourself

and when and only

then

can you snatch a moment in time and watch as it becomes entirely

and wholly your own.

Follow the Feeling