Life is not what it was

Life is not what it was

Reality is a dispute

Too long in the tooth

For an easy escape,

The world is as real

As I can make it

Which isn’t always a good thing

Given poor judgement

And shifting opinions.

Time is eternally

Tick tocking

Along,

Beyond my control.

It is capricious

Stretching, twisting

Elongating and constricting

In every direction

Sometimes

All at once.

The easy option

Is to go with it

Until one day

I flounder

More than is usual

We all become hollow

Boneless

Straw dogs

There is no purchase

Slippery slopes

Are relentless

Everybody ends up

At the bottom

Eventually

Piss heads get there sooner.

It is never about the money

Every waking moment

Is orchestrated

Chaos

The world is chock-full of

Shadows

Dancing,

A sequence of movements

Designed to confuse.

Bodies move

Without touching

A somnambulic

Choreographed

Performance

For the reincarnated

Body warmer.

Too many people

Drift through the before

Lost in the after

Dreaming of life

As something other

Than it is.

Reality or not,

That sucks