Title: Drifting

when the body’s just moving-just an after thought to the mind; like those moments in time when one’s been active on the grind

that’s when time fast forwarded and the days would fly by; but one’s drifted just about the entire coarse of my life;

lately time has slowed down- when this body decides to stay awake long enough before closing these eyes;

time slowing down makes me want to escape more; life’s like a hallway full of doors- but with camera, action, and lights; just props in a simulation- doesn’t feel like “real life”- hence this introvert evading the realm of outside….

i’d choose the 80s at least to be a teen in those times; to hang out with the “hippies” and get lit all the time; carefree- in the moment- worries casted aside; because at least I’d be genuinely happy til the day that I died; that’s just the way that my mind idealize- dreamy and wishful despite the harshness of “life”….

I am “blue pill” af, but know the “black pill” too well- it’s like eating your favorite meal while seated in the middle of “hell”….

I am a “drifter”-and if you’ve met me- you’d tell; my body is present, while my mind’s like “whatever” or just off somewhere else….