Complexity is in humanity.
In absurdity we seek sanctity,
Despite having none inherently.

We see right/wrong, weak/mighty,
Yet neither have reliability.
I say “what a fluid reality” and you say
“what an oddity”

In life, there is but brevity
Which hides our similarity,
And then lost is tranquility, beloved stability.

And I find my gaiety, despite such insanity,
When I rely on emotionality, not reality
And then I see it, I see their humanity.

Just my cup of tea though, take what wills you.
So when it’s time to come, or time to go,
what shall be your capacity?


© Norman Oaks