Hindsight ~ Thursday, July 23, 2020

Yes, you are right. I did need to travel 

on my own when I was younger, but now, 

under the circumstances, it's too late, 

nothing better than rubbing someone's nose 

egregiously in shit to prove your point, 

exactly what that point is is unknown, 

decidedly, my friends lived better lives, 

entailing their need to confer wisdom, 

despite the timing of such pearls before 

the swine of humanity before them, 

oh please, tell me everyone is but drunk 

to offer their opinions much too late 

really to do good in the world, to change 

attitudes for people to see the path 

virtually laid out before them, they 

enter your crystal mind palace clearly 

levitating on air, they see the Way, 

move along little donkey, your big ears 

only obscure the view of the landscape, 

remind the other donkeys to remove 

ears from our view of the valley below, 

windows open to let in some fresh air, 

how people stink up the world with their breath, 

endlessly talking crap without degrees, 

noted for the fact that they could run fast, 

yonder window breaks as the light of dawn 

on inspection enters our karmic past, 

understanding who we are in this life, 

welcome the possibility others, 

even people you went to school with, were 

relatively in a worse position, 

entertain your drunk imagination, 

you know only what you see, the surface, 

on invitation you learn otherwise, 

until you investigate the closed door, 

nothing is apparent, nothing is clear, 

given the gift of voice, do not indulge 

effortless suppositions to inquire 

randomly without a vested interest, 

to see the world when you are young and drunk, 

only the veil of luminosity 

sets you free to envision your childhood, 

even through the eyes of other children, 

enter their world for a moment, repulsed, 

traumatic episodes remain hidden, 

how they emerge at the least opportune 

enigmatic moment, chips in the pot, 

wonders never cease to amaze people, 

only age and the body disallow 

rapid flight up Mount Everest, slowly 

lifting ourselves up the steep slope, ascend, 

descend, arrive back at base camp, alive, 

bruh, the view from the peak, magnificent, 

really, you should have been up there with us, 

only you went mad in an asylum. 

~~~

"You needed to travel more when you were younger to see the world bro." ~ Gene Patino