there will always be people who say, let’s go on a boat or

let’s go to Argentina or let’s go to a movie or let’s go to a

tennis match or let’s visit my sister

or how about a picnic?

and

I don’t understand any of this

because to me

just walking across the room is like walking through flames

and

the first strange face I see each day

adds a knot to my stomach

and

I don’t have the time because

I haven’t paid the gas bill

or checked the air in my tires

and

one of my teeth is aching (on the left side)

and I’ve received several letters in the mail from crazies

and there’s a notice from the government about a tax matter

and I need an oil change (and my car needs one too).

there’s a fellow down the street and he just sits on his porch.

there are people who just sit a lifetime with unblinking eyes.

these could be the wise ones.

I am not one of the wise ones.

I even fight dragons in the dungeons of my sleep.

so if you want to send me to an early hell

then force me to spend an entire day at Disneyland.