Like a glowstick
Hanging from a disc golf basket
Beneath the starlight
I walk dangling
As a meteor passes
It was a tee shot
From seven
Perhaps a glimpse of heaven
As divinity streaked
Remembering who he was
On his first birthday deceased
I began to speak to the homies
As our night vision set in
Stumbling about over rocks
Forgetting our way
And finding the path again
A recognition
Of life's mission
To spend it fully
With ambition
To do and be
In the moment you are
To hide and seek
Be the way of the dark
I'm a guy who typically
Lets you have the last remark
Unless you're off
Like the charts
I tend to get side-tracked
My mother says I have ADHD
And that could be
Because I fancy much
I think a lot
About Captain Crunch
And dresser dust
And feathered huts
It's something about my brain
I think it's wired with rust
I often say I must
When it comes to this here thing
Lingering along
Until my skin starts itching
And maybe Mah was right
I begin twitching
My fingers twiddling
As I circle my index with my thumb
Dwindling into the crippling grasp
Of imagination
Where I'm at its mercy
Emancipated
I guess now's no better time
For proclamation
That this nation's foundation
Was a constructed fabrication
Dismantling the actual devastation
Caused on numerous accounts of
Divination
Indoctrination
And starvation
Locking people in cages
Pointing fingers elsewhere
To continue modern day segregation
I'm discovering
I have the ability
To connect with people
Communicatively
Where you can disagree
And we can walk away civilly
No harsh feelings
Something I feel this world needs
Somewhere along the evolution
Of humanity
Our brains haven't transposed
The thought of togethering
As if it wouldn't be easier
To live with one another peacefully
And so 21st century
And we're still struggling
And that's the basic summary
Of a man before bed
And his blubbering thoughts
Just before
I plug in my portable tracking device
And begin to drift off