sense is nonsensical
the way i stretch my fabric legs across concrete
man made
synthetic and septic
the trees blow in the breeze
beyond me
there's no pattern to the sway
though it makes sense
in a way
sense is nonsensical
and i wish i could release the weight of my brain
drift into the wind with the tree's sway
if i'm lucky,
forget my own name
nothing makes sense anymore, it makes sense