Born ready, this life is confetti, nothing but a dream,
it’s gonna be whatever I make of it really.
In the end, I go somewhere else;
energy, liquidity, and then transmuted.
A beautiful butterfly, let loose finally to climb high.
A pod on a vine, writhing in my sleep.
Beings above and below watching over me.
A mystery, a peek into the unseen, what a scene.
What a table, If I told you, who would believe me…
And so I walk on silently, resting these keys, locked with me.
Left to thinking hungrily over this lovely feast… just waiting.
Ready to sit down and eat with anybody who can enjoy it freely.
Anyone brave enough to face the unfathomable reality as excited as me.
And so, I dine in solitary, ever walking. Ever seeking. Mind on the sublime.
Always knowing when the time is right the other dinner guests will find me.