Can't get stranded

What peace. Everywhere is the middle of nowhere. I'm going nowhere, I'm in noplace, yet I don't feel the faintest fear. Beer helps. I haven't had a beer in a while, it's good to have a beer in more than a while, just not all the time, so as to make it a bit special, ditto for all things. I feel so free, so cleansed of ghosts, I had remitted from letting myself know that for some time, that everything will be alright. The world is persistent in giving me tries to problem me with scary illusions. 5€ a day, 150€ a month, 1800€ a year, maybe even less, more than enough. The monkey is off my back, the Turtlemole lives on. And the cicadas bellow in the distance and yet so very close... True poems... are for no one.