I feel like my life is being written
By a higher version of me
Years down the road
In a higher level of society
Showing me the path
And for a second I just listen
I don’t know how to say this
I’m staying in my home
Rented to me by my future self
Telling me to spend my past wealth
As my past self
Wonders why we don’t send help
The future is in the past
The present will never last
Humanity will always try to race to the end
Trying our best to never pretend
That we’re not all counting down
Until someone else drops the crown
We’re all just looking for an excuse
Someone who refuses to stand
Under, ‘neath the noose
Re-connect my brain to my heart
Black and tarred from playing the part
Of the 49th version of Iron Man
I’ve never had anything of which to aspire
Yet, when I’m faced with expectations
I perspire
As my brain circles through
Six possibilities
Trying to find the words that echo higher
We’re all just trying to narrow our focus
Why can’t my future self
Tell my past self
Everything I presently know?
They tell me that’s not how it goes
This is Doctor Strange not Hocus Pocus
My third eye is buried
Beneath a furrowed brow
When they tell me to envision my future path
I don’t even know how
To relax my face and open my air waves
And keep my eyes from getting hurried
Some grow learning the urge
To physically place their eyes
In front of their mouths
Almost subconsciously knowing
To look out at the world
Before they think to speak
I’ve learned in life to relax my head
Stop living within my existential dread
Look out into the world and wonder
What is this low voice sounding of thunder
Rumbling at the front of my face
Having everyone rushing to get in their place?
I don’t even know my own power
Six-foot-four, two forty pounds
(After laying on the floor for an hour)
I’m not used to people reacting to my smile
In my defense
It has been awhile
Everyone wows when lighting crashes
Some people cover their ears
While others run from the flashes
I sit outside in a metal chair
Underneath a tree that’s been struck before
With static running through my hair
The only time I get up to go inside
Is when it’s time to re-up my high
You can spend your entire life
Watching the future go by
Waiting on a sign
That you’re eventually going to die
Today I physically turned 40
Spending my past wealth
On advice from my future self
Where I know that I’m still alive
Living in my future home
Which I’ve so far yet to buy
Tomorrow morning I’ll begin to write
Everything learned by my past self
With present might
Continuing until I collapse
In the future, I might
Live forever, if what I say is right
But today I’m left
With the experience of my last 40 years
Knowing the future is free of fears
My past self was the one who sent me here
And my future self
Is yelling that it’s time I finally grab the wheel
-Tim Williams mk. 40, 8/29/2023
SONG OF THE DAY
The world is spinning too fast
I’m buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I’ve tried to lose
My mama said to slow down
You must make your own shoes
Stop dancing to the music
Of Gorillaz in a happy mood
– 2-D
Keeping my groove on…
