Would have been better to keep an existential eye…
while looking between green gray hues
and, peering at anemic disarray.
Languid disorders, sight unseen,
grappling with a colorful mind…
Well, in earnest, it is an ordeal best suited for the unrefined.
Dragnets flung over the road maps,.
collecting ‘speaking in third person’…
like passing the hat.
Well noted, a window’s pardoning glare,
with a quick glimpse forward,
to be or not to be…be aware.
Forthwith, we will beg,
pardon my stare.
Pardon my stare.
“There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.”
― Richard Dawkins,