Written on 7.21.2010
a contradiction of conundrums,
a paradigm of paradoxyl parody,
an alliteration for the illiterate....
i want to write a poem for the confused.
i want to write a poem for those who
DONT quite have it all figured out.
an ode to the ordinary.
to the mes and the yous.
to the joes and the shmoes and the jacks and jills
and everyone else on the hill with them who's willing to listen.
to everyone who finds themselves wondering why,
why is it necessary to continue with this existence thing,
and why exactly are we born to partake
in a predetermined system of status and quos
betters and bests and not quite good enoughs?
i want to write a poem for those who dont ALWAYS have an answer-
for those who are willing to accept that maybe, just maybe, there isnt
always a simple solution or distinct right or an inarguable wrong.
i want to write a poem for those who exist in the cracks
and are comfortable doing so-
who realize that there isn't always a black or a white
or even a grey but know it doesn't matter
because when the light disappears-
we're all shades of the same.
a paradigm of paradoxyl parody,
an alliteration for the illiterate....
i want to write a poem for the confused.
i want to write a poem for those who
DONT quite have it all figured out.
an ode to the ordinary.
to the mes and the yous.
to the joes and the shmoes and the jacks and jills
and everyone else on the hill with them who's willing to listen.
to everyone who finds themselves wondering why,
why is it necessary to continue with this existence thing,
and why exactly are we born to partake
in a predetermined system of status and quos
betters and bests and not quite good enoughs?
i want to write a poem for those who dont ALWAYS have an answer-
for those who are willing to accept that maybe, just maybe, there isnt
always a simple solution or distinct right or an inarguable wrong.
i want to write a poem for those who exist in the cracks
and are comfortable doing so-
who realize that there isn't always a black or a white
or even a grey but know it doesn't matter
because when the light disappears-
we're all shades of the same.
