it is time

it is time for me to assert my passion and my self it is just like that when you stand looking in on your life and surely there is a reason why fish swim and fish fly i am here you are here on the spot making spots making dots turning dust to matter and matter to dust i am missing in action finding traction where are you all what do you do how do you relate to the new life you live are you all fucked up like me struggling with life and life's demands with money and dirt with routine and not much reverie so why are you all so silent why are you all in there somewhere unknown to me lurking in the mystery of the world i have yet to discover the world of wonder the wonder of the world within is like imagining why the carpet is so intrinsically interesting why is seeing in the dark part of art the lights burn at night, bright and luminous but the shadows are interesting there is never really true darkness there is never really true silence in waking life there is always a bird or a car or a whistle of the wind partially obscured by sleep