out of bounds

Sometimes you think you're in the driver's seat but you're not. It's like, you're driving, but you don't know what's driving you.

Sometimes you think you're changing the world by clicking around but others may be clicking you as they try to change their worlds which you'd like to think are the same worlds as yours. And are you changing anything or are things changing you.

Sometimes people think you're working but you're really playing in a way that looks like you're working cos you look so serious when you play and so casual when you work.

Sometimes you're telling a story but you're really only stringing sounds to make meaning or the people the moments the streetcorners the parks and sunsets and songs and strangers who fall asleep next to you are making meanings out of you who strive so hard to make this and that and words that fly off the page as though you aren't spectacular enough.