We are time-limited in all we do.

All that we are.
All that we think.
Finite, both in time and energy, synergy and worth.
All that we feel, discrete in level and intensity.
Grounded, in the words that we parley, to both loved and hated,
Crowds of church-gatherings and red-lit alike, All we do,
Is small, genuine, and time-stamped.
You cannot simply do everything, all the time, or ever...

The OBVIOUS List

1. You are reading this.
2. Number two is the one that catches you.
3. Odds in the favor of Murphy's law, this list will probably suck.
4. But, you'll keep reading anyway.
5. Just in the rarest case that I'll continue my broken English at Number 6.
6. Nope.
7. 8

Local Transports.

I recently transported.
It was fast.
I'm not jealous of jets anymore.
I'd rather stay on the ground, where truckers juggle packages.
I felt sorry for high class taking low class 'port.
It ain't fun when you are stuck in the middle of somewhere.
I recently translocated.
It was fast.

You'd kill to be right.

Yes, you would. It's that epic battle going on in your brain. Every little thing that is wrong, is wrong, to you. You have to be right. It's part of your struggle for self-worth and proclamation of confidence. If you're wrong, then you'd be too independent and isolated. If you're right, then everything is fine. In fact, the world could be sucked into a black hole and if you're right, then God will still save you.

It all went by so quickly...

It happens so fast. You prepare for the big showdown. It's the meeting, the greeting, the performance, the test, the takeoff, the experience. And, it's gone before you know it. Hold fast, and be generally aware of that uber-tacular vibe that runs through your veins and makes you want to fly a rocket to the moon. Controllable, burnable, what a beautiful disaster. You love to hate it, even when you knew you never were meant for such a life. Pace by pace, a few steps ahead, over barriers that once tore you into tiny paper shreds. Find the tempo, hum along, and go with the flow...

Rule the World.

Gold. Second place, first loser.
Top of the Mountain. You climbed pretty far.
Die a hero. Don't waste a minute less than best.
The daredevil with the smile. You're grinning.
Go ahead, rule the world.

A Commerical Success

Did you bring it to market? Packaged and wrapped, did it appear like you did more than you actually put in? Well, duh, welcome Mr. Business Suit and Tie. If you play your cards right, I'm thinking you may have gotten away with not existing. Just by writing your name on a carbon-bound paper, and turning it in like gravy on an undercooked chicken breast, you could be a hero. The audience would clap, because they only see the visual plane that you represent. What hides beneath that candy-coated shell? Layer by layer, one day it's all going to come undone. Humor me, and put the inside on the outside. Invert the self, and have a little fun in the process. Commercially, you're hooked.