Somehow I’ve escaped the world between firm perceptions
(That gray mass of questions and misdirections.)
I’ve lived in the gelatinous cube and survived…
Now I’m nude, armor left behind.
I don’t know about you, but fantasy and lucid dreams have created me.
My ego has grown to the size of Leonardo Divinci’s metaphorical balls.
I actually have the gall to believe I can do anything.
I’ve been blowing bubbles between 9 hour shifts, naps and dreams.
I love what I do, and the question now is who am I in-between.
I love this little thing we call life,
I don’t know where I’m going but I’ve convinced myself it’s forward.
I miss the silence of singlehood,
But I love the love of a lover.
I think this world were in is heaven,
Hell is any voice in our heads that tells us otherwise.