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3 Years Later...Dilated.
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If You Look @ My Life..... To abbreviate an otherwise lengthy tale,
I summarize the greatest story yet to be told
under the shadowcast of one...two...three...years.
The "new-car-smell" of that 1st freshmen semester lingers
from those one...two...years & 10 months ago of
a squeaky clean August ready to be lived.
How fast time flies is mere chicken shit
when I think of the true dilation of
time, space, life & the chain reaction of events
racing towards that great cataclysm of the universe
where the time, space, & life we all know & trust
cease to exist
cease to matter
cease to be whatever was
the whatever is of the true dilation of time,
space, & life as we all know & trust.
But for now,
I'm taking a settled gasp...
& leaning against my own understanding
of the true dilation of one...two...three...
years time past today.
Inspired by the infinite generations of man, woman, & child
I urge to push time back enough to push me forward enough
to a "today" where "the new-car-smell" of an
August I began living
one...two...years & 10 months ago doesn't linger...
but rather...
stays to fill "life-as-I-wish-to-know-it"
with that 1st freshmen semester aroma to end all days.
But I cain't do shit about yesterday or even tomorrow...
...or so I've learned within the scope of these one...
two...
three...
years.
For the present day is that cliche' gift
to us all before life presents us all with that
touche' paragraph start of "But" to our
many mistakes.
In the good-spirit of the 161st day of 2007,
this year feels like a funny,
but eerie,
yet ultra familiar,
repeat of 2006...
as if to say
last year reneged on New Year's by putting itself on
continuous play.
Whatever the case maybe,
all things of the last
one...two...three...years
have become realized today -
this 10th day of June, two-thousand & seven...
...or have they really?
To abbreviate an otherwise lengthy tale...
I HATE Young Jeezy,
but I'm letting the production quality of
his hood-anthem instrumentals
bring me back
one...two...three...years ago
to that day
when I stared into the future's black unknown anew...
not knowing of this man staring back at me
to be a me I didn't intend for me to be
that 10th day of June, two-thousand & four.
So if all things of the last
one...two...three...years
have been truly realized today,
then the me I intended for me to be
& "life-as-I-wish-to-know-it"
have cancelled out
while the me that I am today...
3 Years Later...dilated...
is the me I was always supposed to be
& the me I intended myself to be
in the true dilation of
time, space, & life as we all know & trust.
