05 Apr 2016 – On the Folly of Believing Everything One Thinks

Nihilistic angst! Despair!
Melodrama! Such a flair!
Who made you self-pity’s pope,
weaving hope’s stout hangman’s rope?

Sun and rain – bestowed on all!
Earth drinks every tear that falls.
Drop this need to call the shots –
the wise are those who know they’re not!