Ode to The Confusion

Everything is a question now 

a minimal personal questionnaire about myself to myself for myself

I become boring dressing lame and tired

at 35 delusional and smoky in my talk 

then I am walking under this context of numbness and sparky loneliness getting used to nothing and being nothing 

ignorantly me

in an abyss that cannot share because there is no room nor chairs to share and spare the time down low

in a selfish bubble I am constantly poking myself to do nothing 

to be a crying baby and smile like if is not true I am embarrassment of everything and still standing on everything 

so I am confuse

and I am confuse in been confuse to do a confuse move and get confuse 

funny thing I have made it here

some how through the forest I have run reaching from and to my life in bright light and deep darkness backwards and upside down sometimes and sometimes also straight up looking ahead and beyond the horizon like just a regular person 

I am here 

and relentlessly me 

full of disappointment but me 

in a room and out side the room navigating this boat 

out in the open waters once I dream 

and now in the torrence of this river I dream 

I am a fish and I am arrow

I am an eye and I am pray

I am the story and the narrator 

I am narrating now my defeating process in this very land where the echo just remind in the far corners of time.

I am time.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

13/10/15