Structure imposed,
On the structureless.
Meaning imposed,
On the meaningless.
The beauty of chaos,
And the pointless,
Juxtaposed.
Reality paper thin.
Trying to make sense,
Where do I begin?
Will someone ask,
What’s going on?
They don’t know,
So I run,
And jump the fence,
Where will I land?
At least I’ve gone.
Forget the past.
The time that spanned,
And look ahead.
Do what must be done.