Written in a green scribbler

I am today and I am tomorrow. Thousands of years passing. I look out the window of a car travelling down the highway. Trees constantly before my eyes, changing every instant. each tree is a second, a year, a millenia. A neuron fires, I look to the clock. Stop. Three times I said I loved you but you only heard it once. You heard it next year sitting underneath the bleachers. Billions of fires from this act of cognition. Look at the clock. It's been three days. Muscles contract and twitch. 23 chromosones connect. Isolation. I think. What am I? 16 billion cells and 482 generations different, here I am. I think. It is seven years sooner. I am not. Because there is no end. Water glides along the bowl of a toilet. It is gone. I look to the clock, 7 472 593 480 000 neurons now, I am inside out. No past, no present, no future. I hold the clock in my hands. I am not, it is not, there are no limits.

Next, next, next. Active. Tick-tick, coordinate. We are mutually exclusive. I want what I want, I want right now. Cross reference, incapacitate. Minimize.

And I sit and watch T.V. while the world falls apart. Grab your starbucks let's sing about Justice.

Heads up, run and slide, that's the way we change the tides.
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.

With a rook perched at her left
She sits and waits to find her muse.
The sun sinks low and then it sets,
The moon then comes to light her fuse.
It takes some time but then it sparks,
She captures all the thoughts of man.
The trees are still, they whisper 'hark!'
We all fall into one big plan.