Some Chocolate


Isn’t it funny: that dreamy state of mind?

Nostalgia, regret, wandering

into the past. It doesn’t really exist,

 

you know? Outside of our minds,

of course. It comes and goes as ideas;

The way life might have been—

 

A year ago,

A month ago,

Yesterday?

 

I am stuck in a dream with experiences real

and unreal, woven together

in the illusionary web of time.

 

I have met Borges as Borges.

I met Zarathustra and scoffed at the Superman.

I stood at the edge of absurdity with Camus,

 

and anguished over Abraham with Kierkegaard.

I have done all

and none of these things.

 

I have lived, and dreamt, and slept

a thousand lifetimes. Words scribbled

on a piece of paper. Words that will mean

 

nothing. Words that mean everything

right now. All we have are moments.

The rest is a dream;

 

The rest is a lie.

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4 Responses to “Some Chocolate”

  1. frenzyofflies Says:

    Life is experience. The rest is prejudice.

  2. Thank you I appreciate that.

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