I don’t know shit, but…
Years ago Ben
Would egg me on to do things
people
Should not do – Like wait till I was 30 drinks deep
and
Dare me to free climb a 3 story building.
We
Both knew we could
so therefore,
We did –
Actualize our potentials
by satiating an Untouchable place of intimacy
Only present in brotherly love.
But now, I am filled with apprehension,
or fear, as it were – my guess is,
it is, and
was.
I really don’t know shit. But somehow
I convince myself otherwise. And you tell me
You can hear my frontal lobe playing red-rover,
And sometimes the guards cannot
Secure hands tight enough to resist blasting through
The person-made barrier.
And so, i do not resist my foolish thoughts
and/or impulses;
For they were here long before I,
and I presume
When their essence exits me,
it will float into the next unknowingly
willing recipient to maximize
its unlimited nature.