burning way out there - rocket man
sucking on a lifeline, dangling from a thread, whyever did i get out of bed this morning. someone stomping around overhead, getting ready to go for a run by the canal, got to get some of that excess energy out of the room, here is a rhythm to live on top of another. just too much consume for such a little space. give the running man space to run and the thinking man space to think. his own preconceptions are going to undermine the stability of mind he has built up around himself, these walls are going to come tumbling down, realising that there is indeed a lot of pleasure in this not so insensible world. the core desires have not changed, he could refine them, instead he runs off into the next junk circuit hip craze fad of an ideal trend. just keep consciousness distracted until the conditions for life expire.