Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed...." Bob Dylan
Everything has changed...
I hear you talking but I don't understand you anymore.
I used to laugh on the punchline but I'm still waiting for it.
I can't seem to like anything I used to enjoy.
And this is not a bad thing...
Something has happened.
Something strange and witchy.
Plates have shifted and I am in another time.
I don't socialize, I don't make the rounds, I don't fuck....anymore.
Something has happened to me...
I have no urge to compete.
I have no answer to "what are you doing?"
I have no taste for small talk.
And this is not a bad thing....
Something happened.
Something other planetary
metaphysical
extraordinary
Something profound
I saw my life fall apart, break at the seems, unravel....
But this was not a bad thing...
It was overdue
It was necessary.
It is almost a year. It is almost full circle.
But
There is no starting point.
I am not rebuilding the past. There is no past.
You don't recognize me as I am not me.
The show I performed?
Gone.
The songs I sang?
Erased.
Petrasekovitch says, going to zero is infinity.
It is.
I am at zero.
Now I am happy.
Now I am me.
Now I understand
more than I ever have...
Something happened and I snuck away.
I left.
I disappeared.
I left you and you and you and you and you and you and you....
I didn't say so long.
I didn't explain.
I can, a bit, now...
It was because you don't love me.
You don't know me. You don't see me.
You pushed.
All of you,
pushed.
And I pulled
For a very
long
time.
But,
I know love now.
I have real love now.
I am truly, madly, deeply in love.
And it makes your jokes, sad.
It has turned your passions, dull.
It has muted your eyes and salted your tears.
It has choked your ramble, silent.
And this is not a bad thing.....
And now I float
I read
I write
I go to the races
I cheer for the champions
I drink
I sleep
I walk
At a halved pace
Strolling
Slowly
Serenely
Sweetly
Things have changed
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