"Did you try shutting your eyes while in bed?"

You never have to sleep if you never get tired and I'm on a mission to make you a liar
Once you realize that there are actually 24 hours in a day you'll start to get things done in a different kind of way
So until you take time to understand what I mean, may you constantly wake seconds before you dream
Until that time I vow to better whose left, my family, my friends, and in turn myself
So I'll keep quiet tucked away inside a space built for one, until the flashlights pass and the search party gives up
And I'll pay no mind to my muscles giving way, to my bones while they're cracking, under the world and all it's weight

5:30 am Intentions

Saw the power go out around a quarter past three
Lost two hours trying to predict when it would go back on
Bet $16, a couple coins, and a lighter that doesn't belong to me on 5:06 am
Saw the power go back on at 5:05 am, laughed to myself, and said "Figures" out loud
It's 5:30 am again, the same 5:30 am I fought with yesterday morning
The same 5:30 am that I fight with every night, or morning depending on your responsibilities
The same 5:30 am that mocks me by delaying the sun from coming up by another minute every 'morrow
But also with the terrible shade of blue that fucks the window behind my blinds
And with the soothing sounds of birds that I want dead only at 5:30 am
Got over it quickly and laid in bed
Started thinking about the person that won't have a light for their morning cigarette,
Or joint, or roach, or blunt, or bowl, or forest fire
I should stop gambling things that don't belong to me
Got over it quickly and laid in bed
Started thinking about the lighter I wagered and how it now belongs to 5:30 am
Wondered who it will belong to a few days from now and fell asleep

The life of a lighter is one I could only dream about, and that was exactly my 5:30 am intention.

Make Yourself Happy At All Costs

I'm fairly positive that I could slip past the guards and the security cameras that line the walls of Fort Knox like inappropriate graffiti in a men's bathroom stall. It's not about being cunningly sneaky or clandestine. It's about blending in and adapting to your surroundings. Fort Knox isn't the hard part either. Besides I would probably walk out empty handed anyway. I'm just curious to see if I can find a way in without being detected and more curious to see if they would let me leave through the front door while I shoot the guards on duty a nod as if to say, "Keep up the good work fellas."

Stealing things of monetary value was never what jogged my interest. The holy grail for me is, and always has been, to break into someones head and then into their chest. Like I said, it's about the situation you're in and how well you can adapt to it until the situation your in becomes the life you lead. Speak correctly and the rest comes easily. Slip up once and the situation your in becomes a world of mess.

What also helps my situation though is the mind set I was born with. Even though it's probably not true, I feel like I can see into the future, not in the sense that I can live tomorrow today and not in the way that the Mayans could do it. I do it in a way that anyone can just as long as they can slow things down while life continues to move around them at 100 mph. Like in a scene from a far fetched action flick, slow motion sets in and you now have time to take things apart piece by piece, moment by moment, breath by breath. With this ability math becomes easier as well, if A and B happen then chances are C will quickly follow. A + B = C, C - A = B, C - B = A, at least for the most part. This type of future spotting is more of an educated guess then it is a definite conclusion. You won't be able to stop things from happening but you can all of a sudden understand why those things happen and how you can intervene . So in turn, if C isn't necessarily the outcome you want in the long run, try replacing A or B with a different letter, or maybe even a number or a punctuation mark. Try even changing the mathematical symbols all together. Whatever it takes is what needs to be done. Make yourself happy at all costs, and once you finally stumble upon the equation to the outcome that makes you the happiest, let it happen and then, with that cunningly sneaky and clandestine behavior, replace every piece of that equation with ∞ and stand back to marvel at the work you've done.

A Trip From Point A to Point B and Everything In Between

When the concept of time is diminished and all your senses finally decide to work together the world just tastes better.

The trip from point A to point B is much more than it seems.
The fall from point A to point B is a trip once you've seen the in between.
The trip though, if you're traveling up, isn't a fall at all.

Hear a picture, see some music, taste a song.
Feel what it's like to finally be aware and alive and in love with it all.

The more I experience, the more I gain and regain.

Trade in time to expand your mind.

To Be In the Grip of Davy Jones's Locker

My voice of Reason has carefully written out a guide for me to use in these chaotic yet peaceful times. It has left me clues as to where a treasure lay buried and like the man that I am, with a bomb and timer locked around my neck, I eagerly await the next hint to be whispered frantically in my ear. But with each second, every tick and every tock seem to increase in volume and in velocity. They drown out the clarity to my auditory sensors and I fear that with potatoes in each ear my next sign will be too muffled to hear. However, a digital clock just wouldn't give off the correct ambiance for my liking anyway, so I'll just learn to listen more carefully. The more time spent trying to piece together the puzzle leads me only to believe that inside the sunken chest that has been controlling my every turn for the past year will be nothing but a single paper with a three number combination. The only sequence to unlock the explosives decorating my collar. I search only because I have no choice. Reason does not wait, nor does it wait long after one of it's various demands are met either. Once #1 is done, 2 can begin, after #2 then #3 is shortly breathing down my neck. One by one each mission completed turns me from someone once motivated by greed, to a drone left struggling just to breathe. And without regard or consideration, for any number of the passing strangers, my last clue, my missing pages, to get this necklace off once and for all, will be plastered billboard sized on the wall. And Reason will shout, "X marks the spot, the treasure is near!" Now the search for my treasure becomes my greatest fear. You see there is now a barrage of pirates all with bombs around their necks all searching the surrounding area for a nonexistent X.