Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed

In a clear and intense dream last night my cold was diagnosed as a terminal illness. Without any newfound wisdom or clarity, I began living out the last days of my life feeling empty and finally proven right in my prophecies that I could not possibly deserve all this. I remember wearing a bath robe, drinking wine out of a duralex glass.

Go go go kart

There I go, in the lead


And here I come, placing first

And there I stand, tall and proud