Author: Wayne Everbeck

During a beautiful spring day
I sit down to ponder if
We as a society are correct

About the concept of time

Think about it
We use time everywhere
It is one of the few concepts
Accepted on a world wide level

But what if we had it all wrong!

Ironically
I set my alarm on my watch
So I am not late to work.

Is time a distraction from the present?
Why do we have hours, days, or years?
What if time never existed?

If humans created the concept of time
Then could we destroy it?
Maybe fear, expectations, and anxiety would disappear with it.

Our society runs
On hours and for some
“Productive” people it runs faster
On 15 minute increments
I wonder if people will ever run on seconds.

I looked at my watch
Anticipated my alarm going off
But my smoothie is only half done

Imagine if work started after your smoothie
And not exactly at 2:00PM PST
Maybe I would not be concerned with the future
And could fully enjoy my Kona Sunset

Internal chatter begins
Awareness fades

Eye lids spring open
Light drenches retinas
Vision shakes
Focuses on everything

Chatter becomes a train of thought
Without a track
Lead by a sadistic conductor

Nature and the shower call simultaneously
With promises of release and warmth
The sheets are pulled back
Like the banana that gets eaten later

Brain waves are frequent … prominent
Foolishly saturating the body and lungs with salt water
Drowning in expectations, assumptions, and intentions

The race against the clock has begun
Routines and social customs take over

The day is on autopilot, the destination is known

Coordinates read
A daily checklist scribbled in a notebook
That is bound
To be repeated

Now is when
The rest
Of the day
Becomes an oxymoron

Night is
Preparation for rest
Everything has been overworked
Eyelids sag to the gentile force of gravity

The mind slows
Embrace this peaceful time
For the cycle begins a new tomorrow.

At the time he was one of my father’s closest friends.
My namesake was tragically killed in a motorcycling accident during his twenties.
Because of this man, motorcycles scare me and I have never ridden one.

I share my middle name with my father
And even though I did not like him
I cannot refute the powerful connection I have with the man, I proudly call my father.

It is well known that
That if my brother and I do not produce male children
Our family name will likely die with us.

So without further ado
Please allow me to properly introduce myself.
My name is Mr. Wayne David Everbeck. (Moment of silence)

Occasionally some people take this opportunity to comment about my name.
What gives people the right?
Is the letter W really that bizarre?

Is it because it is at the end of the alphabet?
It is because it looks like two U’s put together?
It is because it spells words like: wonder, weird, wild or wicked?

Some real winners say
Party on Wayne!

Or when I am hanging out with my friend Brady
Wayne Brady get it!

Or when people look at baby pictures of me
People say check it out
It’s lil Wayne!

Ohh, I could go on for days.
And To think that
I could be mistaken for a famous person!

SO the next time you think to make fun of someone’s name
Do yourself a favor and bite your tongue
Maybe someday you’ll be privileged enough to be considered someone’s namesake.

The play of your life
Continues unrehearsed

Fate is the director
But you have plans of our own

You (The Protagonist)
Are stranded
With only scraps of plot

The script is impulsively ad-libbed
Except for a few self-rehearsed plot twists

The supporting cast of characters
Differ with relevancy and appearance over time

You hope the fan favorites
Remain in the wings

Ready to help advance the narrative
At a moments notice

And if everything appears to be going wrong

Imagine yourself in the balcony
Laughing with the audience

At the fool
On the stage