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Picture Credits:
Sidewalks
The thought is...? I knew it a moment ago..now it’s gone..
Do you suppose she...? Where was I then? Lost again in the vapor...
Sidewalk cracks...I used to know all the distinguishing features on the way to school...so much detail then...everything amplified and
important...now I see nothing..in comparison I am dead to newness..
All the bright colors that filled my eyes merge in muddiness now...
Am I so changed...? Suppose so, nothing’s static...
Entropy you know...the unavailability of energy in the Universe...
E=mc2 ! what a trip that is! - Albert what could you have been thinking?
Not counting cracks in the sidewalk, that’s for damned sure....
Now where was I?....I forget...Alzheimer’s I suppose...naw, I’ve
always been drifty...it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy..sidewalk cracks?
Theory of Relativity? Too heavy, way too heavy...weighs me down...
Ah, yes...her...that one....what a love she might have been... if only
things’d been different....life different....fate different...mighta been so
great! Yeah...but good guys finish last - they always do, you know..
maybe she woulda turned out like all the rest...maybe I woulda
been just another in a long string of disappointments...sorrows to her
like to the others…..pro’ly so...but a chance might have been nice..
who knows? Could have been the magical one this time..her knight in
shining shit or something...Maid Marian and Robin Hood, Romeo and
frigging Juliet...who knows..coulda...I forget...rambling like a crazy
person...need another bottle of Ripple...look at the garbage in these
streets...hey! I am noticing stuff again...like when I was a little kid..
all the details..the cracks....were all different...playing marbles along
the sidewalk on the way home...seeing everything...smelling all the smells
aware, awake…. alive...winter was so much fun...snowflakes on my tongue
snowball fights, forts, popcorn and Shock Theatre with Bela and Boris..
man...those were the days and nothing like it now...no sirreee...and...
guess I am old now ...that’s it and babbling like an old fart..like I’d see along those alleys....like I’d laugh at...stupid, smelly old men...Aqualung...ha!
never be like ‘em ever, gonna live forever, gonna grow up...
and be somebody ..gonna leave this crap all behind me...be special...
do things with my life...have things...find someone....to love and cherish...
who really loved me....that was it!
where my mind was going to...
how’d I get to sidewalks? damn!
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