Dreaming a thought

Thursday April 6 2023

10:14PM

Sitting with my legs crossed

Wine glass in hand

Plotting

Plotting

Reminiscing on things passed

Plotting on things to come

Hurt by things that have gone

Wondering

Pondering

On things that have remained unfruitful

Why must we suffer

Such a tiresome question

We suffer because we exist

Such a benignant answer

My mind wanders into nothingness

I cease to care to explain

On what it is I'm plotting on

For the plot remains unknown

Even to the plotter himself

Why then must I plot?

Because what else can one do but plot

Twisting fate into one's favour

Thinking

Thinking

That we had a choice at all

In between the dissonant chords I remain

Waiting

For the time that shall perhaps never come.