Everything being the way it is doesn’t make sense.
A slight isolation from the world is synonymous with vacation.
Hard to believe in innocence,
When society insists it will be lost anyway.
Anyway, everyone ends up in the grave;
File away the papers and let’s have a parade.

Will humanity again retreat to a cave?
Will the debts of nations remain unpaid?

Midnights on  Fridays,
Not even in the company of strangers.
Just fictional characters seeking real life stories;
The kind with hooks that never let go,
The kind that gets ghosts to gawk in awe,
The kind that speaks of change and new faces.

New locations begetting expansion and undiscovered harmony.
Self-centered, wondering what this means for stubborn habit.

Disillusioned sage.
Sleeping cynic.

A bird that walks instead of flying.
A fish that tries to fly instead of  just swimming.

Sometimes feeling lonely.
Sometimes feeling free.
No love doesn't mean no worries.