The undulating whims of existence,
Seek to twist and turn one’s mood.
Frailties grind and nag at quietness,
Headaches bang with their endurance.
Sounds like to draw faint susceptibilities,
Cornering and cowering in the darkness.
Snivelling and poking sticks in jerky jest,
Plausibility edges towards investigation.
Explanations shift in an amoebic fashion,
Determining touches of sheer magic at times.
Opinions concentrate minds of scented truth,
Alternatives tweak acceptability and popularity.
T’is surely most imperative in this only crazy life,
That one should always seek to indulge in happiness.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/11/2014
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