As a construct
As your mind fills in the gaps
Between what makes sense
Or which of our replicable actions
Are acceptable as consistent
None of which is correct
An argument lacking depth
Thoughts as intense
As they are dense
Dying soon after it’s blurted out loud
Nowhere near satisfaction
The crumbs you throw
Because life is a park
And you are feeding a pigeon
Grateful, at your mercy
You cannot remember what you never learned
And at this end
Expectations set from
When it started
I kind of knew
This heart has seen nothing new
danDAman 