Everything Under the Sun

I'm neither a scientist nor a philosopher.  I'm simply a commoner with a desire,  Knowing not how and why to ponder, The great beyond and my feeling of wonder. If I am anything, I am an explorer. Navigating a labyrinth in dark ocean water.  But with each reoccurrence of a new day, I grow fonder, Of the life I've built, that I continue to discover.  And contrary to the opinion of the popular, It takes time for the truth to uncover. My journey is where the road meets the rubber. And it turns out patience is the antonym of suffer. There are days where the Sun simply does not stutter, When nightfall arrives on time, leaving nothing asunder. And in the thousandth of a second I see lighting before thunder, I remember I am captivated by a perpetual ponder. 

In the chaos of my life I find stillness in my mind. As my diaphragm violently expels the CO2 from my lungs I find a solace so deep, so instantiated in a circuitry as old as the oak trees in my periphery, that I wonder if I will return. In the coming 9 minutes I am to be reminded of my mortality. I grasp at life itself, fighting for each step, battling for each breath. My body, powerful and durable, an unfathomably intelligent machine birthed by supernova and forged by 100 million years of survival, responds to the imaginings occupying my subconscious - a dozen men, hands reaching towards me. They want my job. They want my girl. They want my friends, my possessions, my wealth. They want my family. They want my life. Chills run down my back, meeting the serratus and oblique muscles straining to support my legs. I curse the elevation in front of me. No matter how hard I train, how viscerally I feel the enemy in my mind, no matter the years of effort, contemplation, and focus, this fuckin...