As my crooked jaw line clicks into place
I hear the ambient sounds of the air propelled
from my netbook into my eardrums.
I press and switch away on the keyboard
to combat boredom hand-to-hand.
A serenity-ridden, guilt-stripped night
where I have thus far achieved my ultimate goal.
Rewinding time is as impossible as it sounds,
even memories get distorted.
Late is better than not at all to right wrongs
and improve on self-perceived imperfections.
Xes not on my mind for once, seY I’m a mirror
Of what I’m used to being lately; calm, cool,
collected my thoughts and placed them in order.
Does that make me the same? Different?
Was I ever addicted to anything but love, really?
It does make the world go round, ya know.
Aristotle was onto something when
he equated the rotation this oblate spheroid
having it’s power come from laughter and joy
Yet everyman wants to be more, not less,
It’s always No, not Yes.
As the music pumps peace through my veins
I smile at these words, not even caring that
life will never be the same.
It will be better. – RSM