To someone who gets it
By dan ankers
First of all, no you don’t, but that’s okay ,“who does?”
The simple facts are still unlisted (our emperor has no wife)
If we are lucky, at the best we find some blazing
Worthwhile
and
Eternal loves in life
The best are kids (to me), because they seem matter most
Though dogs to some appear equally fine
The choice I guess depends upon your leanings, and where inside yourself you draw some lines
Secretly,, we all write our own stories, with magic crayons fashioned out of neurons, waves, and light
To say there is a single way to make your day
Is a con man’s trick (never fall for his display)
And primitive in scope if you ask me…(but no one is, and no one can agree)
I rose today obsessed with making sense.
It was a foolish task and now my heart is tense.
It was a seeker’s risk, and this I’ve always been.
It’s a chancy thing to do when proof is slim.
I can’t decide if I am dumb or brave or what.
I hear the talkers and the mockers sharing their insults and jests, playin’ in the mud.
And I ponder what it takes to live that life...
Though I leave certainty for others
To pretend
And how can I be sure, maybe I am crazy
In the end.
