it's everywhere. the weight of sweat. the staining of despair. standing close to the edge of brilliant days, colored with real blues and vibrant greens. i'm swimming in the ocean, lost fish in the masses.

it's all a revolving door. come and go, come and go. some days i fall into the good slot. i'm on and over. above and beyond. other days i fall into the black. smeared with bad news print telling of the world's crazy mess.

i want to be a bank robber
say this is a stick-up
gimme all your cash

i want to be dolphin
sing ocean songs to my mate
wave my flipper hello

i want to be a club sandwich
lettuce and avocado slices
on a whole grain toasted to
perfection. make your mouth water.

i want to be more positive than negative
or at least balance my yin/yang. be the chemical
to cause reactions, step forward, raise your hand.
yes.