Breathe in, breathe out.
You’re out once again in a crowd,
Your internal narrator’s way too loud.
Everyone must hear it as you make your way downtown.
You stepped in poop! Whoops, yuck!
What a bad bit of luck!
Is there meaning in this message?
Are you feeling stuck?
Scrape it off.
Move on.
A crow, perched upon a lamppost
Laughing at your woes: “I suppose,
no lesson is learned for free,
And in the end, it’s up to you to choose what it means.
Anyway, brother, back to Burnaby for me."
You need, some coffee,
To keep walking on your journey to the sea. "Any sugar or cream?"
You’ll take it black.
You’re bitter and you want nothing to change that.
And now you’re back,
Caffeinated, topped off, on track on your path,
Past Pacific and Beach trying to find some time to breathe.
Maybe on the sea wall will be the peace you need--
“HEY, WHAT'S UP YOU GUYS!?”
What. The fuck is that?
An influencer walks past,
Live-streaming for his fans.
“SMASH THOSE FUCKING LIKES!!!1!1!”
He’s right by the ocean, you push him in.
Do it for the 'Gram, that’s fucking quality content.
His head hits the rocks in slow motion.
Whoa, that dude fucking died!
"LIKE, COMMENT AND SUBSCRIBE!!!!"
As he’s pulled out with the tide,
The sun feels now way too bright.
You use your hands to shield your eyes,
As the red glow intensifies.
The stream is still live.
Heat Death has arrived.
Wow! What a day it’s been,
There’s magic in the journey
if you choose to let it in.
Stay receptive, friend.