Having Enough Awareness To Want To Bend Time. I Have A Limited Travel Pass To Discover The Distance Between Impossible Forevers. Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

Yet, I want to be here, there, everywhere. all the time. I want to build my life on the forever highway. I want to be busking
on infinite boulevard. And, hugging, holding and kissing that special, soulful lover in an endless summer driving in my race car, convertible, hair flying in the breeze
on the everlasting avenue.. I want to borrow a full moon, rent out near and distant stars,
Suck out the marrow from Venus and Mars
I won't get there as a a speck on a spinning rock
marking the compulsive liar called perpetual time.
who takes back what it gives me.
Friend and foe. Time is mourning, crying crocodile tears, consoling us for the loss of it. We squander it. Then,
it takes us
away at the scene of the crime.
Aren't we part stardust.
Like evaporated raindrops, cycling, again and again.
I don't know, and who am I to argue or complain. But, it's a quirky twist of bad faith, when I 'am at the top of my game. But, statistics don't lie and the numbers say death will soon knock til it breaks down my door.
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Buddy Bee Anthony
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Re-edited 04/17/2024 @ 8: 30 PM Pacific Time