Rankled.
Can’t sugar-coat it,
just annoyed at everything,
mostly myself.
It’s chemistry.
I should be upbeat.
I should feel free:
the monkey is gone.
I allow the city
to choke my peace.
I have an idea and
pretend it is true.
It may or may not be true.
I’m not sure it matters.
I may not be who I want to be.
I may only be who I am.
Narble Furt Lives 
Stew..rankled seems
Different time standards
For the same moments
Time is an illusion. I’m pretty sure everything really does happen all at once.
One is the onliest number
Agreed as time is holographic
Or the mind would implode
As the physical smoke and mirrors and if the mind becomes cognizably altered without a soul we are not