words…

it makes sense to me now,
the thought that
it all doesn’t make sense

and i can,
and wholeheartedly
accept this to be true
maybe it’s all one straight line emanating from one point
(or multiple points emanating multiple lines
and inside each line
is other points emanating other lines

we are an ant farm for something larger
which is another ant farm
for something larger

and thinking about the larger,
detracts from what we must do now…

does a dog wonder what it’s master is thinking?
all day?

a life in constant thought
of something
unreachable or unchangeable
in this form is a waste of time here
“trance yields no harvest”

I know i will eventually cross a bridge
while driving
but am i in thought of the bridge
when i am far away?
or should i focus on the road that leads me there?

i am the product of MY environment
MY reactions to the agonists’ that (e/a)ffect ME

MY choice
or sway
to the side of
light or dark
sun or moon

shade…
right inbetween…