One alarm, back to the womb
Second alarm, sinister triggers others internal.
zombie shuffle hot shower

Stare too hard at the road ahead of you, stare too long in between those yellow lines, you might fall asleep at the wheel.

Things in the distance, looking ahead; you can see them coming, slow and predictable.

Try watching the world as it passes you from the side windows; that is the now.
That flash of smeared colors and whir, whir, whir sound, is life at the moment. Try grabbing it, making sense of it. Good luck with that.

Look behind you. They slow down again the farther away they get. Hindsight’s a bitch.

turn on
plug in
jack off
tune out

"A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll beat on my drum until then"