Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Somebody asked today
what I do with my time.
I said I pay bills.
That's takes up a good chunk of it.
Oh, and lots of walking
(mainly to take out the garbage).
Other than that it's
readin' and writin'
but very little arithmetic,
cuz I put 2 + 2 together
a long time ago and observed
that nothing comes out
exactly the way you're expecting.
Used to spend a lot of my time
tryin'to figure out why that was
but people would say: Why you standin'there scratchin'yo head all the time?
And I'd say oh, lice--and that left me with
a lot of free time to myself--
but still couldn't put my finger on it
other than each of us is just a half
lookin' for the other half,
instinctively knowing we were whole
before the Great Forgetting--
but once broken it's hard
to get those Humpty Dumpty
shards perfectly aligned again.
Best I can advise is
that at some point I will betray you.
Or you will betray me.
And we will either live with it
or we won't. Those who do
put on a brave face,
refusing to be broken.
Some of them even run for president.
