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Is it sacrilegious to time travel the farscapes of my memories?

Is it absurd to recreate scenes from my life & relive them in my mind's playground?

Is it really funny how time flies when I'm having fun?

Or is it funny how time still flies whether or not I'm having fun?



My greatest relationship is my open relationship with my thoughts.

Sure, I fuks around with others' logic...from time2time -

but I always come back to my thoughts.

I can't say that I'm fully committed to this relationship and I fuh' dayum sho'll ain't makin' no promises...but I do have the security of ownership - and its perpetual.



My thoughts are enigmatic in the most obvious nature and as a result, my footsteps trail in paradox.

As with any no-holds-barred relationship,

my thoughts see other people...and they see them in the most peculiar of ways.

My thoughts see other people for

who they are,

who they ain't,

and who they could be to me.



That alone is grounds enough for me to go down on bended knee

and pop the big question. Yet still, the ghost of adventure

sexes my soul down so good...

I forget what I was going to ask

only to conceive brand new passions to rage the pulsing of my adrenal glands.



Young & Restless, that I am...

all thanks to this lustful affair.

But at my thoughts' bequest, I set sail with my inner-me

to set my spirit free to where it needs to be:

in the cuddle of my psychology.



The way I walk

The way I talk

The way I dance

The way I love

and

The way I create

all segue into a beat that's 'too-coo' without a doubt

and undoubtedly a product of my thoughts.



To this beat

I let my imagination sway naturally and

To this beat

I zone-out with my thoughts and

To this beat

I find comfort in 'the-coo-of-me' and

To this beat

I don't 2nd guess myself, moreover

To this beat

I answer my own questions:



There's no such thing as sacrilege when honoring the beauty of

times past; for the only absurdity in life is man's refusal to embrace the happy of times past. So while time's passing may be

swift beyond the recognition of numbers, quantity and/or the presence of your happy; it is still fun to have live time's passing with thoughts to recollect.