We All Need A Turning Point

Step outside of your head,
As if you're someone else,
See things you would never see otherwise,
Living just as yourself,

Recognize how insane it feels to you,
But stop 'fore it doesn't,
For then you're just becoming someone else,
For whom your life would be just as unhinged,

Now keep that other life inside your head,
Visit it ev'ry day,
To keep you grounded in the self you are,
There is no other way,

Th'alternative's,
You live one dimension,
What others say sounds like faulty logic,
And are beyond your imagination.

Transition Naught

I think the time has come,
To move off of this tack,
If I want to get to where I'm going,
I should duck and run back,

Not to where I was, but where I belong,
One never knows one's heart,
Until they leave the nest and understand,
That there's a world of which they're not a part,

Where people see thinks in different ways,
A truth best not forgot,
A symptom of the third wave of humans,
But the last wave it's not.

What will come next,
I'll have to think about,
Time's moving so fast it is hard to know,,
When it will be okay to paddle out.

Transition Twenty-One

I saw this video,
Of the effect of mood,
Under the microscope on H2O,
Spoken to bad or good,

Positive vibes led to nat'ral patterns,
Negative to chaos,
The moral was that we're mostly water,
So our feelings chan be our body's loss.

Assuming that chaos is bad for us,
In truth, it prob'ly is,
In truth, the only way that we can know,
Is by truth osmosis,

Which we can't do,
It's called telepathy,
A magic no technology can do,
We're e'er once removed from what's there to see.

Transition Twenty Forever

I'm sitting by my dad,
He's lying in a bed,
A diaper, oxygen, heart monitor,
And dark thoughts in his head,

I never look at other old people,
As if they once were young,
Looking at others, not their own father,
Like they were once the young generation,

Now I'm older just before being old,
I've horizons both sides,
I could have gone by now or've years to go,
Either way I will die,

Or so I'm told,
It's one of life's sure things,
So many live as if it's not the truth,
I wonder if there's something I'm missing.

Transition? Nein teen

I am a prosumer,
Probably, so are you,
We produce and consume our own babies,
Lamia times ten cubed,

That is the way society's going,
Just take influencers,
Chop them up, mix them together, then eat,
It will hardly suffice as a dinner,

Because should we really categorize,
Human ways of being?
Just because we've done it since we could talk,
Don't mean we've been seeing.

Just take this Wath,
Inspired by what I read,
Both a creation and commentary,
That will influence no one exactly.

Transition is Ninth!

Maybe the slowing down's,
Not a sign I'm slowing,
One must move with the rhythm of their life,
To know where they're going.

I hope to say that from a place of wealth,
Both in riches and glee,
Not jinx it getting ahead of myself,
Or by being prematurely happy,

Don't think it's magic that will get me there,
More serendipity,
Fueled by putting myself in the world,
So it can notice me,

Which I e'er try,
But perhap's now's my time,
I have the years and the experience,
Nobody else can offer what is mine.

Transition Forward

Past Waths matched the day's date,
So why should this one change?
Unlike my perspective on the future,
Which is never the same,

One moment to the next I'm different,
The cause of my downfall,
Forever searching an alternate route,
To some destination ethereal,

That isn't really anyplace at all,
'least one I've never found,
Even though I see people all around,
Who seem to be there now,

Being happy,
Is it really that hard,
To know what you want and then to get it,
When money never seems to be that far?