sensory overload
of the future
this is why
I lapse to words
to make sense of meaning
the tape deck
warped from the heat
left to long in summer with windows up
and I am still sitting here
dreams paused.

When they talk
I don't understand
(or answer)
It comes to me:
I need a specialty.
But where do they find the time?
I'm all caught up
in reality.