Why?
Why write what one thinks?
Why IS the sky blue?
Admittedly, I want responses,
conversation optimally.
Living is a lonely business,
to each their own.
Infirmities are daunting,
the pay is bad.
Sometimes the food is good,
often sleep arrives.
Everything is ephemeral,
and there's the rub.
I won't refer to rose thorns,
nor bramble bush.
Perhaps It is enough to stop;
language is overrated.
I was just drifting...
Why write what one thinks?
Why IS the sky blue?
Admittedly, I want responses,
conversation optimally.
Living is a lonely business,
to each their own.
Infirmities are daunting,
the pay is bad.
Sometimes the food is good,
often sleep arrives.
Everything is ephemeral,
and there's the rub.
I won't refer to rose thorns,
nor bramble bush.
Perhaps It is enough to stop;
language is overrated.
I was just drifting...
adrift 'till a music post on Face book swept me up,
and carried me where I needed to be.
I played it over and over for an hour.
