Living In the Moment

I feel like I am about to have a breakdown. Things are moving at a pace I can’t command I am not ready for life in the fast lane I prefer a warm shoulder. Find your way, navigate that’s what I hear But everyone starts off with bad directions And no one knows why they are going anywhere. I can’t live this way I should just get in the moment and live. That’s the mantra of the Oprah. The problem is I can’t find a moment to live in. Do I have to pick one and if so which one? Life is so sublime and confusing Where is Doctor Brothers when you need her? It’s all-good, everything is cool Horse manure! Walk in these shoes mister. Take a drive in my cool Cadillac Baby blue and full of gadgets to help me on my journey The problem is my journey is to get to work and back each day. And I can tell you that is one long moment. Fiddle with the radio… was that Jackson Browne? Whoops I almost killed a bus load of Nuns All over a song on the radio or was it on my USB stick? Hand me another brew from back there please Sometimes I mark the distance by the beer. That of course is illegal and I will go to hell. Mad there all mad and I don’t blame them But I am trying to live in the moment. I drive around with no spare Daring fate and any one else who dares to get in my way. It’s my way of getting back at responsibility. What would I do if I had a flat? Could I even find the jack? And if I could and got the tire off What would it mean? Perhaps, just perhaps that I was living in the moment?