A Funny Little Accident

Well, I never did believe in happiness
But sometimes I like to dream
You know, I prefer to lead a quiet life
But sometimes I like to scream
It’s maddening
How life is a funny little accident
How we like to believe we are in control
That we know everything there is to know
We are infact slaves to our bodies and emotions
These thoughts run through my head
All the time
ALL. THE. TIME.
I can’t stop them
I can help myself but I won’t
Somebody help me help myself

I can picture the future
It’s grim, it’s grim
I can imagine the end
It’s peaceful
It’s going to be a bumpy ride
With everyone ending up in different destinations
Yet looking down upon those who finished behind
And being looked down upon by the rest

There’s no need for an answer
For there’s just no question
Hanging itself in the air
Seeking its soulmate

I will be here on my own
Sleeping in the soft green grass
With the silver moon overhead
And the cold winds blowing from the north
Chilling me to the bones
Nothing on my mind
Nothing on my skin
Except ants looking for something to eat
Something to bite

23 thoughts on “A Funny Little Accident

  1. Frank, a poem that cuts clear to the bone. Wow. There is no help to be found in humans…next cloudless, moonless night yiu have…go outside… let ‘er rip… then listen for a tiny voice. ❤️😎

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  2. You slept on the grass and thought about those lines 😲 and the ants came to bite you 😦 that is awesome. Beautiful poem. I think actually ants don’t know how to value a poet. They need good a teacher like me 😁😁😁😁

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