The muse begs my attention. Other voices of distraction tap, tap, tap me on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, sir. You’re needed somewhere for a terribly urgent, but totally unnecessary, activity right now.”

Do take it slower. This beautiful world just keeps getting older.

The overlooked, the broke and turned out, the strangers with egos and no restraint or resources to sustain them are calling. The phone keeps ringing. The knocking at the door never seems to cease. There’s only so much of me to go around. I want to help, but can I? Can anyone?

If I disappear, does the dancing charade continue unimpeded? Is it worth stressing over? Maybe that part doesn’t matter. While I’m here, let me be here. Let me do all I can, with what I can, while I can.

These people need someone. They need so much that I can hear them calling me with their eyes. Their common voices have long since blended together. It looks like I’m the magic one for now. But how much is left? I wonder.

So long as the song of life is singing, my mind will keep dreaming.

So long as this pulse keeps beating, this heart of hearts will keep bleeding.

Give me all your stunning distractions and haphazard moments, and watch me eat them with my infinite life.