[passive forgetfulness]

what if one day you woke up with a 

wife and a sensible silver 4-door?

you spend your life talking about 

the extraordinary

but are quick to accept the ordinary

a peaceful abandonment of what you were. 

I don't want to go out-- but staying

in makes me an insomniac.

alone in a selfish recklessness of 

thought relieves the pressure of

social participation

the pressure of this community,

to keep up and fit in.

How much is my sense of community

based in truth? and how much is 

grounded in just you?

A passive forgetfulness that jars your

sense of belonging. 

Maybe you wake up one day in a 

strange place with a purpose but

without a home. 

a stranger to the life around you.