A being

Only a being
so bizarre and far out
functioning through the fears
and doubt
trying to find a way out..

Still learning,
still grieving,
seething to slip away,
seldom seen anyways..
going through changes
and persevering
sometimes not so proficiently
or to the best of my ability
admittedly..

The world within
and around me seems
wild and distorted..
downright dreamlike,
never seems quite right or real
but I feel everything
so it must be
right?

A human
zoomin'and racing
through time
and spacelessness
searching for nonspecific
assortments of sound
to be released from within..
Immersed in the sweet suspense
once I got this glimpse
of transcendence
after many aimless attempts of
"Achieving greatness".

A person.
A soul
progressing
possessing perfection
through
imperfections,
"Not a savior or a saint"
still studying the strangeness
of myself and everything else
examining and evaluating,
unable to understand
where it is I stand..
I find myself in no man's land
way out beyond the outskirts of
being an ordinary outcast,
may not be built to last
but I'm gonna try my best
to push past the bullshit
and live
and be
immersed
in the mystery
moment to moment.

I'm dreaming to be
disregarding days
weeks
months
years
and any other time measuring unit
dictating lives left and right,
normalizing the division
of the here and now,
minutes and seconds,
day and night,
tomorrow and ten years,
no sane solution in sight
let's call it quits
start over from scratch
redesign our destinies,
not to let our duties and doubts
get the best of us,
there's still time left
for the rest of us..