NOW!

I have to do it now.
Before I get too old,
too fat,
too lazy,
too scared,
too comfortable.
I have to see the edge.
I have to live it.
See, that's the catch;
with a long enough timeline everyone dies,
and in this system,
"our" system,
most die long before your body crinkles and folds.
You die when you're "ok"
when you're "fine"
when you are grateful for your t.v and beer waiting at home,
after your bullshit,
do nothing, 9 - 5 job.
WE ARE HERE NOW
as people,
as mammals,
as animals,
and these animals are most alive when they are close to death.
Fringe moments,
peak experiences,
True Mystery.

Who knows?
Maybe It's inevitable.
Maybe one day I'll welcome domestication with open arm as if it were a warm lover.
Like a man welcomes death after a long hard life,
But I fear that with every letter written with this pen,
I get closer to being too old,
too fat,
too lazy,
too scared and too damn comfortable to actually live.
TO LIVE!
To live with impact,
intensity,
To live by my rules,
no rules.
To see the edge,
to dance there,
to dangle over the edge with only my own hand holding the scruff of my shirt,
holding me back from falling into oblivion.
MORE NOVELTY!
LESS NOSTALGIA!