Caveats of Carpe Diem

When the sinking feeling rises He hopes it floats on rainbow bubbles Until the dredges clear once more What ifs have not buts they simply are A luxury or misdemeanour in thought Crystal clear reflections upon blind sight In sleepless nights with tokens of meaning When consciousness meets disarray Confabulations take their stride Spooling endless loops that irritate when midnight Meets dawn before dusk in empty synchronicity With heartless spikes filled with fearful dread A restless dagger rides the grinder Leaves inroads for another day as The plateau sweeps away foundations Yet privilege adorns the many building sites Of birthing life and mounting connotation In the wilderness of dissipate surrender Acceptance clears the buoyancy of drowning When down is up and far way is near enough And the jester tackles the charades of doubts It is a circus in the mind field of masks and jingles In which procrastination smiles upon the clown And lonely laughter smirches pandemonium When the fool turns jokester and uncovers madness As serenity brings what not ifs into the fold of light Moments of insomnia are but a tiny price to pay 10th December 2019