I’ve made a decision to invest in my perceptions
Well, perception of my perceptions. I feel like I’m three layers away from the truth
And maybe no matter how hard I try, I’m always boxed within a role, a substance, a circumstance.
And that’s right or wrong or… fuck it
Sometimes I see it, that we’re tides giving the moon a hard time. “Stop doing your thing, so I can stop doing my thing. Let’s watch life die together”
And I had to look hard at myself. As when you invest in something you gotta have an understanding of the value before commitments are made
So, where’s my poverty line?
How down on myself can I stoop before I tarnish this penny? Pretty low. No-ones perfect
That’s what vinegar is for! And it really doesn’t take that long to work
The market is forever changing, this bustling creation, like figures typed onto a screen with closed eyes and wondering fingers
It is what it is, I’ve heard that before
I’m investing in my perceptions
What perceptions? You say
I hear you
How do I see things? The word ‘how’ is incredibly specific
I can’t indulge in specifics, there is no time for that, I’m an investor now
Time is precious
Wait, perceptions of time, am I running out?
I’ll pour more in, paint more seconds and dial tones that expand the circle. Introduce 13
Now I’ve enough
Enough bids stillness and I’m happy to raise my hand to that
Perceptions on a conveyer belt, that’s an invention I could invest in
Or invest in seeing before appearance
I wish I’d learnt long ago that the real value isn’t the matter, but the thought in-between