If Only I had Remembered Future Greatness

If only I had remembered future greatness, my days will be fluid, time wouldn't tick but spill gracefully onto my plate. I watch the songbirds relive my mornings as I grub on a plate of worms, the record player still spinning softly, my body feels the rhythm of external forces. The walls are tied to my skeletal structure for support and I figure out my own moves that fucks with the universe and the people smile back at me. I take their chips, munching away contentedly—my grimace expands. I realize that some deeds can't be undone and some songbirds do not ever remember their songs. I tug at my umbilical cord questioning if I'm ready for all this.