What happens when you forget to bring your ipod

I rewrote the perennial philosophy tonight on the way home from the F Train,
Takiing a few liberties along in my pocket for the ride.
In mine, experience is all we are. I have more=we are more.
Junkie, mayor, preacher, son.
Playing in their dreams, doing flying backflips and other acrobatics
in mid-aether, laughing to each other
About how strange this all is.
And you are there, too. Dancing.
Turn to Thoughts / awaken back in a heavy body,
stolen from somewhere, not yours.
But the experience of being inside this machine. This feeling.
That's all you.