Absurd Lunchtime Thoughts

Choice
does not have to result in pangs
of madness
frustration at following lost option dogs
through the wilderness woods
know as
‘What am I doing with my Life?’

The last time I panicked
I closed my eyes
took a deep breath
and saw
exactly
fuck
all

Just the red oil wheel projection
of my inner eyelid

But then
slowly
after a while
I saw something that helped
I saw myself
and everything around me
for what it is

Moments moving,
particles,
atoms
pieces of the cosmos
the one big blanket of all there ever was
could, would, might
or will be

and

I am just a mind in a head
attached to a body
swirling around in the middle of it all
not the official middle
- of course
my middle
- but not in narcissistic way
just in the only way
it could ever be
for me
looking out upon the sea
of life
from the windows of my ship

So upon realising this
I felt better
and I did not worry
although there was some lament

Lament
for all the stressed out souls
screaming at crashed computers
scrawling snotty emails
beeping horns
and waving angry fists
the pedantic passerby pissing into the wind
cursing all that they own
and
aspire to