untitled (stream of consciousness)

It's been quite awhile since I've travelled this road
The pavement is cracked, it's almost overgrown
But something comes back to me now that I'm standing here
Hits me like oncoming traffic
And I'm just unfortunate roadkill in this moment
A shiny mangled hood ornament on the semi truck of recollection
Lost forever in this time, until I open my eyes
In a flash, I'm back, never left but still I'm gone
Have I come back or never really arrived?
This question may not be in itself reality
Unless reality is all in how you choose to see
I haven't quite made my choice in that matter
Haven't decided if it matters much to me
Now is what I have right now, then or when is of no consequence
Tomorrow's what I hope for, but today is it for now
Nothing seems to add up as I read these lines back to myself
But as I write them down they all tie in so beautifully
I suppose that can be just how life goes
Seems so grandiose as it comes forth
Seems so garbled in hindsight, but hindsight never is flattering
So for now I'll bid my subconscious adieu
I don't fancy myself coming back here to visit for quite some time

It's always hard to quantify or justify the long, convoluted, often polluted stream that runs through one's own mind.