i wonder
sometimes
where it is that i am at my most comfortable
and i thought
is it on the pitch?
it certainly used to be
but you can only run for so long
til your heart gives way
or the game changes itself to accommodate the youth.
is it in the crowds?
i used to think it was
where the music plays loud and loose
and the masses fight for a respectable view
of their heroes.
but time drags you along
and you cant keep up with the song
so no longer am i content on fighting
the throngs.
maybe its on two wheels?
maybe it is,
but familiarity is the seed for contempt indeed
and eventually i will no longer need
the feel of the sub genre of moped.
eventually that too will be taken over by a new breed.
and so it is
that ive found my spot
right where i last left it,
in this or any chair
with pen and pad
electrical or
otherwise
jotting down these nonsensical ramblings
for only myself and a few select.
to see.