Oct 4, 2016
08/27/2016
Among the misfortune that surrounds
You stand, with the world muted
There is no urgency
Even if it’s urgent
There is no concern
Even if it’s concerning
Yet, within your unruffled orbit,
You are not untroubled
Understanding how peculiar it all seems
Wishing to be thoughtless
On shooting stars and pennies
That sink, like your doubt,
Until they are both obscured, indistinct
Walk forward, if only because
You don’t know what else to do
Or where to go
The location of your mind: unknown
Just like everything else, it seems
