| 8:20p |
untitled poem
“It’s my belief we’re all crazy,”
said the homeless man out of nowhere.
Such a wild proclamation
startled us all into awareness.
Perhaps he was correct
in his unusual way of thinking.
Many of us pondered over
our personal insanity.
After all, did we not
struggle through our lives
toiling at jobs we disliked
with little benefit?
Did we not ignore our friends
and put our families aside
trying to climb the corporate ladder
trying to be the best at what we loathed?
Didn’t we forget what we loved
in favor of what was convenient
or what was least difficult
for us to succeed in doing?
As we thought of our lives
and the moments of promise unlived
the craziest man wasn’t him
it was each of us.
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