When is depression a beguiling excuse
Why do things seem clearer from
A lower perspective?
As though the sun throws bigger shadows
From down here.
Or is this just a view like any other?
A longer shadow is just as good a view
As any other.
Is there a part of us that watches and discerns
The longer from the shorter and sees
How we fail to see?
I sometimes sit and watch life
Slithering thing sliding past my window
As I sit unable to do anything
And then I think differently
And the words come.
But fuck it.
What’s this all about?
Being a miserable sod is what.
All’s a game that passes by
With a clickety clackety resonance
Like a train that won’t stop.
It’s too big.
So just sit back and watch
And laugh if you can.
And stop thinking.
It doesn’t mean anything.