our druthers
unfulfilled expectations
unrealized dreams
even in such youthful years
we imagine another way, another life
if preternaturally wise
we let it go
but that does not mean that I could not have been,
without the interception of reality
an admittedly fantasic historical being,
mores the point, you could be what…
an expositor of brilliant bass music
an icon of subtastic sounds
earning squillions playing out to the European enthralled
a legend to mid-west americans,
quietly sated being married with four children
and acclaimed by your cultured neighbours.
I’m not sure what i could have otherwise been
but I suspect that, without being tempted by drugs,
the world would be a better place,
enhanced by unfettered visions for communal housing
ensconced within gorgeous ecosystems & autonomous energy systems.