No More Yellow Brick Roads

There’s no past to the present…

there’s no future in it.

Would you recognize paradise 

if it bit you?

Yeah, right…work makes you free

and when you die, you go to heaven…

fascist logic.

No path to the present, it just is.

Sometimes we recognize,

take a photo, video,

try to capture the moment

we feel truly there…

…and wind up with artifacts…

the mind fills with shoulds

ands

buts…

we float off

into plethora mind.

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?