It All Depends On How High You are

Having wandered around aimlessly
with no real direction
I find myself insulted by people
with goals.  
 
Like how in the hell do some
have that luxury?  
 
No future plans except to get through
today. Fuck. Depressing.  
 
Survive or die.
Dying to survive.
Surviving while dying.
 
 
Time is linear so I just go.
Time is nonlinear so I go slow.  
 
The Past, the future, the now.
 
Delusional for believing in the illusion
that time exists in the first place.
 
 
Moments. Not time.  
 
You're late again or are you right
on time?  
We'll never really know.  
 
So many abstract realities one
can lose focus especially when
pondering what dimension we're
actually in.  
I haven't the foggiest idea but I may be
working on one. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
 
Now I've wandered away from what
I was even trying to say.  
 
Good fucking night.  
 
 
 
 
There's a zapping in the matrix. If you
listen, really listen, you might hear it.