AS WE KNOW IT.

As We Know It

Life as we know it is strangely misshapen into a pair

Of oxymorons that cannot be escaped or obtained.

Destruction has a mind of its own and creates craters

Where there are none.

Everything is simply solidified into broken parts,

Strewn onto the highways of doubt.

It’s something I don’t know the answer to.

I don’t know the answer to anything,

About the green grass growing or the time of day.

I don’t know who created the sundial or why it

Was created.

I don’t understand the simplicity of anything.

In the dreams of our kind, we strive to be better

Than yesterday, but some people are already there

And I envy them the way a crocodile envies an ice

Cream cone on a long hot day at work.

Strewn about the highway of self-doubt.

Strewn about the occurrences of yesterday.

I am beginning to think about the tides of things

And how light bends and waves.

Destruction is self-annihilation. 

Learn to better yourself in the process.