That life
In all its tediousness
All its suffering
With a white washed brain
And a luxurious
Lobotomy
(Day time television)
It will all end
The thread will split
The engine will run out of gas
In the center of oncoming traffic
I grab the wheel, brace myself
For another reality
At the center
Transcending in blue light
The acceptance of love
Impermanence
I am not bitter
