menacentiment

Sometimes when the world is turned on its head, all it means is that the sand is falling in a different direction.

Most people would things "Great, I have more time." I, expectedly, can't be so forwardly optimistic. Because, well, what if most of the sand was still up top? Now that could be a helluva lot less time. Time for what? Vagueries, dancing around subjects, poetry to words. Saying everything while saying nothing. Or would I really just start being more honest?

Then the question of honesty with who?

One view says I just rationalize everything and hide in that. Others would say that I am being reasonable. Others still paint me as psychotic, neurotic, and not fit for civil society.

Wonder, wonder why
When everything and nothing make sense
Make offense
Spur defensive posturing
Pushing, thoughts during
Abandon or thrown, threw
If only I knew
Away
Away
Away
And never the right posture
Considering future
Love, life, lure
Sometimes faraway Is
The only way to be close