Glimpse into the eye of a needle

………The loss of wants and needs has begun the process of becoming fertilizer for weeds, it was the wanting to be here that kept me here, the life I’ve come to know was my teddy bear, the thought of losing it excited fear, now I know that’s just the self trying to keep me in gear, this old man is now coasting down hill on a bike with no gears or brakes, and very little cares, falling while looking for concerns to keep me here, all the while my soul is looking for the cracks and crevices of life’s apparent simulation, so it can go on vacation, it’s grown tired of deep contemplations, it’s ready for a place where there is no time and there’s nothing to be wasted.