On My Way To Being Out of Touch

i am wondering about the next version of myself i am drawing a blank as i head to the middle of nowhere my comfort zone is so confirmed and my mind is becoming more at ease i cannot wait to skip my first ten pebbles and drink some freshly made limeade i am wondering about the next version of myself i am all out of ideas but at the same time about to become carefree the elements of time had dissipated and is not an ancient vapor to me i cannot wait to climb the whatever-it-is tree and eat one of my three spaghetti sandwiches