The Wait
Sitting in silence
surreptitiously meditating
on everyday turmoil
and confusion that repulses
even the most hardcore
reality driven populists
Thoughts come and go
within the realm of
preposterous assumptions that convey
nothing of importance
just pass the time
as you ponder what appears
to be insignificant in comparison
to the worldly
order of things
It's random expressions
within the provisional games
that are constantly played
the function perfectly
without tension or power
that consume the
earthly paradise
that you have constructed
in your wild imagination
Copyright © Frank Sheehan | Year Posted 2020
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