Something here is happening here, and no need to wonder why. No anxiety need or worry. No, no sadness or need to cry.
It’s just a floating bubble that’s just waiting here for word. I’m trying. I’m succeeding. Now the lines are kinda blurred.
I’ve got this weird reaction to someone else’s plan. There is something quite authentic here, though I can’t say I’m a fan.
This world keeps right on turning. I’ve been invited for the ride. I’ve been born into this chaos. What I’ve learned, I have applied.
There’s no moral to the story. Or not one that I can see. Something here is happening here and is struggling to break free.
When I find it and I’m certain, I will look for something more. Because by then, I won’t know when, or why or who, what for?