Every Nails Hammer Time

I'm scattered, full of air. I'm not organized, and I don't care. My contemporaries are dying at an increasing rate. It's not just my ancestors anymore. People I've loved, fought with, ignored, chatted with, drank with, played shows with, hated, admired, praised, denigrated, gossiped about, lived.
None of this is new. I just wanted to tell the world that I see it. That I was there. That I was paying attention. Of course, I missed some things. And I've forgotten some things. I've focused on things that were not important. I'm still alive.
I don't take it for granted.