If I bathe in the Sea of Tranquility will it clean me of chaotic dirt? I can't even afford the carfare so what if it does. And then what? Well, I'd move move from living paycheck to paycheck to having wealth that comes from just being tranquil. I'd buy me a Shelby Cobra and some Armani suits and date Jemima Kirke. But what about the family? Oh, I'd open a trust and reimburse all from that account but draw a big stipend for being the loaded tranquil guy.

I want to be a philosopher. Demonstrate my critical thinking. Satisfied that the carriage death arrives in has no seat for me. Philosophers can't be as centered and grounded as the New Age version of me. My seed spilled this morning and there's still redemption from induced sociopathy that pervades, man. When the occasion says Rise, I do because I can. One day I'll try but can't.

Here's the dilemma: I answer Nothing when asked what I want. Is there ever a day I can reveal what it's like to have everything? Elusive, man. Escapes my grasp, my motivational prowess. You'd think I'd stop trying but it's more than legacy. Unleash the pretend; regard the invisible. Get with the one you call the right one and you'll have it all.