As the gap from being present fades, the realization is that my autumn days are here
It is not temporary, it will progress like a malignant tumor bringing about bewilderment
The anatomy of self becomes less reliant and my stride becomes a shuffle
The indelible art tells my story in ink which is fading into mosaic colors
Memories of wrong doing haunt me. I plead guilty in hope for a light sentence in the afterlife
I’ve become a conscious being aware of the many sentient spirits close at hand…..I miss them as they have transition to the stars
Beyond doubt, the universe makes the rules. I’ve learned to be careful for what I wish for
The cosmos rules my destiny. I like to think I do but the joke is on me
I still feel compelled to travel with an uncontrollable urge to risk everything….I blame my genetic code with the wanderlust gene of drd4.
Maybe the transition won’t be so bad after all, I’ll be able to surf the cosmos as I have always told my grandson
Imagine paddling out into the liquid night of space and surfing the rings of Saturn….
This unknown experience grows wildly within my imagination and the freedom it brings to my soul