I can’t force the words
to mean what I want them to.
Subtly resisting
my attempts to coerce them.
I can’t make them weep.
I can’t make them cry.
I can’t make them bleed,
but I can try.
This is not a good way
to get healthy.
Many before me
have lost their minds.
Asking answers
from a hedgerow,
throwing themselves
at the sky.
Here I am again,
trying to make sense
of a nonsensical world.
Something like a dream,
something that seems to be real,
but in reality,
is something else.
Try to deny
my own confirmation bias.
Self fulfilling prophecies,
so many of these
lead to disastrous results.
It seems these days
too many bad ideas
become cults,
instead of being thrown away,
Discarded.
Don’t we know
the reason that we go
downhill
is because we started
somewhere higher?
There I go again,
words and ideas
just running away from me.
It has always been like this.
Just can’t seem to
get a loop around them.
Rein them in,
bring them home
and break them.
I guess that just the way
that I was raised.
I’m a word wrangler.
I’ve got a whole herd
of ideas
running around out here.
Life,
leads you to some pretty
interesting places,
when you chase it.
HG – 2022
