Sometimes words just
need to come out in a non logical manner for things to start making sense, or
just exacerbate the difficulties till the point of ridiculousness, so that
detachment isn’t too far ahead… detachment is a good way of dealing
with issues, as much as we want to avoid it, sometimes…
It can’t always be as
real as it feels, or as bad as it feels, but it is always concrete…
I have a strange way
of dealing with issues, and at my age, it is not a good thing to be hanging by
threads… even if I have understood the pattern…
Here is one…
Conundrum :
So there is was,
Lost in a hazardous pattern
Apparently going nowhere.
Sanity was beckoning
‘Make it happen, leave it there…’
Between two screeching synth lines
Vapors and scents intoxicating other senses
Between various thumbing beats
I chose one rhythm, and wondered
How long till I grow a hard shell
How long till my inner wind faces
The unequivocal truth I keep avoiding.
So here I am
And here is my challenge,
I disappoint me!
I am the ‘no’ and the ‘why not’…
I am the comical ‘could have’.
Here is my conundrum
Plain simple yet achingly familiar,
In its shattering irrelevance.
It might be pointless
But it will never be meaningless…
I want to beat that and breathe another…
