A Normal Oddity!

I walk, I come across hard work, peace, confusion. Where do I fit in? Thinks..guesses. Estimation is so not true! Bwaha!

Traveler, gypsy. Perhaps I am. Getting sloshed and meditating? Hmmmm. A combination odd enough? High on a highway. Sounds me. I call up an acquaintance and bug him. Have a drink, click. Sobers down. Impulse ticking.

Clock ticks. I prod.

I am in the class. La professour wearing a fancy pink tutu waving a magic wand. She is hot. Class mates sitting beside me in tailored suits and colorful cravats. Girls shimmering in bikinis. I guess.

Clock ticks. I prod.

Can’t see the professor. I lean in an effort. She teaches logistics, misogynistics, and multi awardee musicians.

A jukebox is playing “Mrs. Robinson” by Simon & Garfunkel. I transport into 1900’s. Woody Allen film-noire. Thinks.

Clock ticks. I prod.

I see roads circling my class. They lead me to future. They go high up. Can’t see the end. I feel a bulge in my pocket. Its appears heavy. I fish out. I glance.

It’s my past.

I scream.

 Siddhesh

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