If not today then perhaps tomorrow...

My brain tilts on a flimsy swivel stick, both encased in my cumbersome head. Whose eyes you might sometimes look into and swear maybe something was going on... that you didn't realize when actually I can only fool you into that because for the better part of the time I don't even know myself.

I swear they're there the voices like you say just a bit more subtle and less audible. Maybe I'm the voices and in some other plane of existence, there's some lost listless person wandering around just hoping they might get it right. While here I am interjecting random bits of thought and action here and there, without any definite consistent goals or even an immediate course of action. Merely just fucking it up for the poor fellow over and over and still. And at times, I feel it might be heaven's greatest mercy that somehow some traumatic freak occurance might take place to sever the signal coarsing along the network... that is my most untrustworthy fickle central nervous system.

Worse things could have happened to better people.