And here, along the same lines, but destined for the ‘silly verse for grownups file’ is the
Poetry Challenge she set where she requires one line to be repeated at least once. I’m sorry Sammi, but that messes up my rhythm a bit.
What a sad epiphany
When one ponders
What may be
A random point
In space and time
Resulted in primeval slime
And then my mother’s
Night of joy
Resulted in a baby boy
A baby boy
She would conclude
Entirely lacking fortitude
So here I am
It’s only me
What a sad epiphany
continuing my extensive series on stating the bleeding obvious I respond to
Looking up I saw what had been looking back for an eternity. Beyond the clouds, the sky, the stars, the universe. Beyond the random Godlessness of existence. There was nothing.
Oh. Gee.
It was an epiphany of sorts, I suppose, and I initially felt the urge to spread the word. But suddenly lacked the fortitude. Anyway, I thought, they’ll all find out for themselves sooner or later.
I decided to have a vanilla milkshake instead.
Anything that you do changes the world forever.
Anything.
But the same could be said of an ant.
So don’t get all high and mighty about it.
I try to post something most days. I’m not sure why. Frequently I fail.
Anyway ….. I was reading Amandia’s thoughts Here contemplating her place in the cosmos and jotted down a few lines.
Sometimes I feel like a lot of what I do is to scribble crude graffiti on beautiful murals …… but that is not my intention.
I’m walking and I’m talking
But I’m fearing what I’m hearing
And I’m wondering what it means
To be a human being
As we’re eating and we’re drinking
I think our boat is sinking
I don’t think I can swim
But I feel like fleeing
I lack the dedication
To take my medication
There’s voices in my head
And they’re scaring me to death
I went to my physician
To attend to my condition
He handed me a bill
That took away my breath
I have this strange fixation
That we’re heading for damnation
I’ve read it in the papers
And I’ve seen it in the stars
I’ve had this premonition
Of a worsening condition
I think I best investigate
What life is like on Mars
People find it sad
That I’m stark raving mad
I don’t know rhyme from reason
Don’t know what life’s about
But maybe it’s humanity
That suffers from insanity
And it’s me who’s seeing clearly
And I’m the odd one out.
