Sell me some good news,
I am open to buy,
what can I do if I've no wish to be, but
the acceptor of the grace,
undeserved, unearned favor, good luck
at the very least.
I wish to be happy among happy folk.
All I bring is my joy
in the being at all, able to make it up,
on demand, my joy,
as a strength,
a will not to weep over missed best chances/
I did not earn my joy through right use ,
it came with the package.
I came into this world, the winner
in the life I examined, after living a while,
to determine the worth of living
by no will of my own, I occurred
raw material, into a story with all ya'll init,
or destined to be
as my future catches up with us all…
that's what prophets say poets do, see, look ahead,
see
what could happen, if we stick to the plan,
which
we lack. Right, this is comic relief, nothing serious,
a gravity issue, perhaps, apophrenia kicking up
all things seeming
not to fit, as fit as was once imagined, hmmm.
What good can one do... in a ready made universe... be good. I guessed.
apophenia (n.)
"tendency to perceive meaningful connections between unrelated things," 1961, from German Apophänie, said to have been coined 1958 by psychiatrist Klaus Conrad, from Greek apophainein "to show, make known, show by reasoning, produce evidence," from apo- "from" (see apo-) + phainein " to show, cause to appear" (from PIE root *bha- (1) "to shine").
