Our lives become yesterday’s dreams,
if we choose that perfect pitch,
concentrate upon such wild abandon
of fears and constraints that hold our idyllic
humanity at bay.
While we wait the world will grow up
around us,
we will always want to know
just how it might have been,
how might we have achieved that
perfect peace,
perfect harmony with all of our insecurities.
What if the neurosis of the human condition
just never appeared,
we managed to make it through
high school psychology,
without ever having a condition,
ever needing a label,
ever wanting anything remotely close to a
stigma
attached to the phenomena we live and breathe inside.
That’s my world, that’s where I want to be.
What if we could, would it matter anymore,
if you were me, or I was like you, or we wanted
the same things.
What if we knew we were the same.
