There is nothing as boring as slouching out of your bed. Next you are burying your head into the sand, winning a big lottery, succeeding in every imaginable deeds. Utopia ?? Nah ! Seems like I have been brushing my teeth for ages. There is a growing impatience. I am not sure what I am striving for. Nonetheless,there is always impatience. Ironically, my lifestyle is sedentary and laid-back. Yet, there is a strange urge to reach to an undefined place to achieve undefined karma. The floaters travel along the contrails in the sky. A very pleasing sense of escapism hovers around the mind. I travel endlessly through a short walk, but with millions short steps racing in my mind. Enchanting! It's really wonderful if I were to continue my life as such, I would happily trade it over any other propositions. Again the impatience. There is a need to be around people -the need of everlasting  care. Yearning ! The food is delicious, still I am bitter about the morning tea. Silly as it is, I dig into the abstracts of food, its profound impact on humanity. This can't be happening- I, myself a bum, am thinking about this worldly affairs over the food.Nonsense. I have some other priorities.I am glad I am multi-tasking. Apart from  philosophers and thinkers, most people are mostly multi-tasking. They are thinking as well !! Everyone is an arm-chair philosopher.For divine reasons, they are there. I am there. You are there. We all are here and there. Existence ! I read through the pages- I don't understand fully. Yet these newly learned ideas replace obsolete ideas, albeit temporarily. Suddenly I have a vision possibly leading me up to half-way. I realize how wrong I had been until this moment. Wow!! Subversion !!! What a rubbish! Spontaneously, I  throw one and basket it in my garbage bin. I am wondering whether it is a two-pointer or a three-pointer.Replay !!  An indiscriminate barrage of insipid thoughts, covertly trying to coup the already dethroned king and joust him to a gutter, smearing a copious amount of shame, with a grandiose scheme turns simply into a verbose, resulting in a meta-reference, with profligate use of commas. Re-reading, I observe the disjointed paragraphs loosely disseminating absurdly stitched convoluted non-conceptual artifacts, awkwardly shaped and organized. An unpoem; unprose; unessay-just an entropy !! F^k it dude, let's go bowling !