No streak!

Just monkeys on typewriters stumbling Shakespeare by accident!

Do they go insane trying to find him again?

I write and I write and I write

And I think and I think and I think

Appear and disappear

Until my friends think I don’t care

Or they think I’m mad

I don’t care and I do what I want

But then what I want is influenced

By choosing to care

And then I wonder if I care about what I want

Because that leads people to expectations

I neither expect the worst

Nor the best

I expect nothing and therefore always have surprise

I surprise myself every time I’m right

When I don’t want to be

Pattern recognitions power

Be damned with foresight

Hindsight’s blinder twin,

Usually

I usually don’t go this far

Or commit to things

Commit to myself

Prove to myself being trapped today

fruitless to forever

Aware of the prison to my own brain’s design

Designing was more of Hannibal’s ‘will’,

But I’m fine to let the media bleed into my

Life and being, I care for media

I’m tired and this helped when I didn’t expect it

Surprise surprise, that’s not unusual

I think I’ll let myself rest, though it’s unearned