I was there watching
the calm before the storm;
you were there holding
your life in your hands;
clouds looming ominously
wind blowing from the east;
canvass shoes standing
on the upper layer of dirt;
surrounded by absurdity
big boy’s toys, men’s toys;
the glorious here and the now
being painted in my mind;
events turned into etchings
inside of a broken frame;
the perfect view of reality
in all the passing moments;
and the dreams of the future
are but explosions of the past;
I was there watching films
starring myself about myself;
we only know about ourselves
when it’s all said and done