The delightful absurdity of the ever-changing reality.
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I chill at the same spot like years ago
I sip the same sweet coffee, that's how habits go
I laugh at the same monkeys as they put on the same show
Everything feels the way it should.
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I sit on the white table in the corner with three chairs
My mind likes the truth but my brain likes dares
The rooms feel different and my heart, yes, compares
Am I really back where I was?
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I talk to my peers, the ones who were near
I talk to some newers, the ones who are now here
I talk to my own self and find a curious frontier
Maybe it's me. Maybe I am seeing it all differently.
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If I look at the past from now, I feel blue
If I look at the present from then, I really like the view
But if I try to capture both together, I feel foolish through and through
I must find a way to make sense of it all, immediately.
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A lot has changed, moved and grown, out and within, again
The time has made its presence felt, heard and seen, with each falling grain
It is quite overwhelming, this feeling I cannot contain
It's simply not as simple as I thought it would be.
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But how do I solve this equation when the values change as I go?
Is it a variable? No. Is it a constant? I thought so.
Well tell me honestly, is it 'actually' a 'problem' though? Umm not really. No.
Still, what is this complex overflowing emotion? What do I do with it?
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It's time to try to enjoy the delightful absurdity of the ever-changing reality.
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