All Burnt Up

I wince at the beauty queen,
rummaging through the discount make up bin,
and continue to pillage this flea ridden convenience store.

I came with a craving for Flamin' Hots,
but left with a fudgy bear,
burning in my left jacket pocket.

To be young and blind again,
and rebuild the mind with strong, independent thoughts.

This often crosses my perplexed brain,
but I am reminded of all that I've accomplished,
but forgotten over the years.

So many people,
myself included,
skip past these memories,
hoping to leave a boot sized imprint in the sands of time.

I am among the many, unhappy with whats been given to me,
and occasionally need to be knocked on my ass,
only to restructure my priorities.

The idea that persons can feel extreme weather conditions used to bother me,
but lately my bones have been aching inexplicably.

It's best not to make sense of these phenomena's
and power forward.

Even the burnt tracks of rubber on the road serve a purpose,

but I can't help but wonder why sometimes.