self realization

(this is fantasy-escapism-raptured-imagination,
to a beat, so stomp your feet,
kick up a ruckus of dust,
learn the words, ignore the annoying herds,
of sheeple that corrupt your peep-hole
of thought, be brave,listen not to others,
keep fighting the good fight,
shall we hold onto our sight?
of the prize we hold so dear?
our freedom as humans,
being twisted into humans
that we choose not to become.)
I'm starting to realize
that there is an outside
remnant of a possibility of
a chance that I'd
be slightly if not infinitely happier
spending large amounts of time,
maybe 60-70%, or living
permanently, in or around,
possibly even the outskirts
of the middle of plum-nowhere!
Oh, city nights, city lights, cities of shite.
A woodsmen, or more appropriately
a man of the woods.
A nature man?
(land-locked blues? the beeach maybe?)
Would I go crazy?
or write the masterpiece that I'm not
even sure resides in me?
things to do, food to prepare, books to read,
thoughts to write------provisions.
Am I ruffing this enough to say "wood to chop"?
I once mentioned maple-tree satellites.
I wonder how long I would last?
you know that feeling you get when, let's say
you're off from work, and you haven't spoken
to your husband,wife,boyfriend,girlfriend,milkman,mailman,
roommate, cable repair man, so on&so forth,.....
hour 5 of not even speaking approaches,
you've yet to open your mouth?
that can possibly be tedious.
But wait,...isn't that it?
wouldn't the be the point?
you haven't said one thing all day, you
haven't had to speak, request, plead,
argue, answer, order, accept, thank, apologize,
avoid, nod, interrupt, groom, wait, fight, lie.
If things got bad, I could invite people out
like Jack kerouac did in big sur.throw bof parties.
everyone could pitch in. food.
this would give me a chance to eat,drink,speak!
Itchy beard faces,
like minded people,
king for a day,
no convincing,
no pre-judges (d) made to order
ntil one day i suppose our robot masters would
flick, either on, or off, their master
robot switch.
fall in line!
I see it, I'm starting to see this,
as a distinct! possibility.
this manuscript was paid in part by age,
the great corrupter.
(b, survey says: 4 outta 10)
(wink*)