Life happens, out of the corner of your eye.
Melting and slipping
oozing and dripping
blending from there to now.
Staking claim to memory banks
before you can even pause to consider
whether or not an event is worth remembering
Flashback, heart attack
outlined in pink and green
a trailing stream
Birth, growth, death
Choking, stress, breath
Road blocks and speed traps
Seeking to ascend all that
The desire to go beyond what I have accepted till now
The belief that my life must stop if theirs is to start
Colliding in this stormy sea of pure potentiality
Where we can die…or we can dream
They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
I guarantee you’ll be addicted to my taste
My nectar the key
to altering your perception.