Like the color of water
or the shape of a coastline
moods of the mind
are so ever-shifting as
to remain undefined
except for transient
triangulated amalgams
of perceptions that
are shared yet not
shared between eyes
of observers and the
other infinite
senses of beings
we may never meet.
Sometimes I can
catch a truth or two
despite the
slippery nature of
things...but then
time still passes and
such truths just won't
apply to you.
Somewhere a choice
is made, and it
just happens anyway.