With three months alone to
My own mind and body, the
Lifting pressure of other
People’s expectations becomes
A memory, for dreams.
The space is everywhere
Now, my brain recalibrates,
Moving old files to trash,
Dumping them off on the
Way to the park.
I appreciate the improbability,
Improbability is dead, long
Live improbability. Now,
Anything will happen. The
Worst always finds a new
Home, the best is yet to die.
The truth matters only in
Our human minds, the Earth
Sees us for who we are and
Wonders at our extraordinary
Lack of common sense.
