30fps

So strange, this day…
So unreal…
So seemingly unemphatic.

Anxious
Nervous
Distant…

Watching this life
flash by at 30
frames per second…
laugh now, cry now

Smile
Giggle
Shout…


we are awed;
we are empty.


Thirty-second stories
tell us how to feel,
what to wear, whom to love…
We smile and nod,
and accept our places.


we are individuals;
we are followers;
we are blind.


The frames pass by
in seamless motion,
marking importance which
might otherwise go unnoticed.

“Isn’t that funny?
Isn’t that sad?
Don’t you feel like clapping?”

We clap;
we laugh; we cheer;
we sigh and smile.


we are happy;
we are clueless


Well-written scripts
and clever cue cards
guide our words and smiles;
our thoughts and feelings…

“Please; thank you”
“Good job; well done”
“Maybe next time.”

“How could you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“They deserved it!”

“Good riddance.”
“Welcome home!”
“Congratulations!”

“You’re hired!”
“You’re fired!”
“This is shit.”


we are witty;
we are clever;
we are stupid.


What happens when
the reel breaks?
When the script no
longer corresponds with the events
in this life and we find
ourselves lost and alone?

The day will come when
we find ourselves watching this
TV screen of a life wondering what
went wrong and what we should
have said or done differently,
or what we still might be able to do.


we are foolish;
we are insignificant;
we are egotists believing
in a simple world where
we are always pleased.

we are inept.


On that day, when our life
loses synchronicity with
its witty, clever commentary, we
either die, or learn to pick up a pen,
a typewriter, a stick in the sand,
and begin to write our own script.
and build our own tracks to travel down…
no longer subject to the whims
of a childish world
and self-serving society.

Let me know when that day comes…
When you let go…
When you are free…

When you find out
who you really are
and what you’re really meant to be

Until that day,
we are here;
this is now;
this is life…
enjoy it as you can…
until then.