Some things I can’t believe. They don’t make any sense –
Like the human condition and why I exist.
Other things have some meaning when I’m feeling fine.
Enigmatic this world seems. Is it by design
That to question everything I cannot resist?
Should I not get some justice for my small expense?
Questions are left unanswered in this time and place.
Things that happen are left to the throw of the dice.
I cannot get excited about what goes on.
Certain signs of stability and truth are gone.
Why do people make the ultimate sacrifice?
I’m ashamed to be part of this sick human race.
It’s useless for me to keep my head in the sand.
Through the earth information seeps into my mind
Of the death and destruction. The utter despair
Is too much for me to say that I do not care
Because I’m not affected. Little I can find
To divert my attention. I don’t understand.
All I do know is that things are just as they are.
I’ll expend very little psychic energy
On the judgement of anything. Then I may find
That the answer is perfect for my simple mind.
It may be worth my best while to just let things be.
The next poem I write may be just as bizarre.