Out Of Time

I’m stepping out of time

I’m tired of the rat race

I’m stepping out

Stepping back

Saving grace

Looking in from the outside

The universe isn’t so wide

I spread my arms

I can encompass it

It can’t resist my charms

Making it more manageable

I squeeze it down a bit

Not down to singularity

But something close

Something flat

A four dimensional map

Which is okay

It doesn’t hurt my brain

Not in any way

I fold it flat

And take a look at the scene

Past, present, and future

All a united meme

Confusing at first

I soak it up a bit

Then my eyes cross

So I have a sit

My cosmic armchair

All comfy and full of ether

Real Corinthian leather

And just for a touch of class

A drug lord’s beeper

I am a child of the ‘80’s

The universal map

Spread out on a war room table

I touch here

And I’m there

Watching things unfold

A planet dying

A star crying

A nebula giggling

Warring races vying

From my place out of time

I can watch anything

The moment of creation

The progress of evolution

Everything is hands off though

I can’t touch anything

I can’t change anything

I can only watch

I can even see the future

And I’m not in it

Yet I’m everywhere

I don’t know if I like this

Demi-goddery stuff

I fluff up the map

Until it regains it’s universal shape

I’ll let that roll awhile

Pressing the button

On my ether filled chair

A footrest pops out

It’s a galactic Lazy Boy

Real Corinthian leather creaks

I slump down for a short nap

Perhaps a few weeks

Or a millennium

Water the dogs for me