I’m heading for oblivion if I don’t find a focus but I don’t need or want one but only because I don’t have one.

I have no purpose other than to be me and be beautiful to;/for other people and that be groovy but,

I don’t know what I want I don’t know what I need, I’m groovy being me but

even if I don’t live to 113, I still have fucking THIRTY years left of being alive.

How long can I keep being me even if I am totes groovy with it at the mo?

Who will I be when I’m 99 and everyone else is dead or old and who will keep me being me then?

I can get away with it because I’m using other people’s eyes but what when there are no eyes left to look through ‘cept my own?

I think I used to be like this in my Hippy days but I saw things differently back then without now knowledge or eys.