Sometimes I get up and feel like the world is not ready for me so I go back to bed with the thought in my head by the time I have rested for another 6 or 7 hours the world may have caught up with me.
So far I have been sleeping in for 6 or seven years and the world has still not caught up with me. In fact, it’s so far out of sight I no longer know where it is anymore.
And if I were to change it somehow…How does one change the world if one is not in it? How does one find the world if it is simply too slow for me. Why should I slow down to accommodate the people there? Why can’t they speed up for me?
Am I deliberately being ignored? Am I that unlikeable? Or am I really living at the end of the universe?
I think I must have been showering with cosmic shampoo again. Space dust conditioner anyone? Pulsar on my wrist. Rice Krispies in my dish. Who is crazy now? Mash my potato. Do the mash, the monster mash!
I drink soft and alcoholic, hot and cold at the same time. Why is this abnormal?
Why can’t the world be more like me?