"fire drill"

 
 
 
    thinking back how "hooky" was a "thing"; a thing I've personally never experienced; wasn't a saint, though never had the nerve....  
 
 
  one could only imagine the thrill; the perception of "freedom" as well as consequence it would bring.... thinking about how fabricated life actually is....  
 
 
imagining a reality where it wouldn't take destruction for "world peace" to be attained; where places like a farm, or beach wouldn't be "for sale"  
 
 
where finally you could breathe without feeling like less; where there'd be no need for an ego to "impress"; hours in the bathroom to get "well dressed" for nothing but an illusion....  
 
 
there's nothing "fresh" about death with its one way ticket that's free; when one's naked without wants or needs, or even an identity;  
 
 
life; life is.... life is.... like a fishing spree; fishing to feel/fill.... to feel a perception of real; to fill an unfulfilling empty;  
 
 
 a clash of egos; a balancing act within;  
this life is anything but peaceful & simple; when you're mostly grateful, and sometimes it's like you sadly pretend....