concerns I'm obsessed with conversations within
everyone's head around me, stranger or
friend. What brings them to laugh and continue
to prance as if everyone is watching,
I'm obsessed with the end destination,
for where is center stage on a blue sphere?
asking for directions from those who claim
to have been, have never yielded results
I'm obsessed with the gradual decay
because a time will most certainly come
when the meter reads empty, engine stops
and no one is even halfway there yet.  ¶ 3:02 PM