Up fly the prickly burs of reality casting visions of fire around me.
These burs cling to the heavy cloth of reason and experience enshrouding my mind.
There they dig, fester and burn, refusing to disentangle themselves,
Denying my mind comfort,
Denying me happiness.
Oh Happiness! That feeling of infantile enjoyment so long lost,
How I yearn for you now.
I will cast off these heavy, uncomfortable clothes!
Leaving bare my mind, free of the encumbrance of rationality!
But how! This bare mind is of no comfort, for it is buffeted and scarred by the torrential winds of life.
No comfort for the dumb, no comfort for the rational.
No happiness anywhere...except...
I will gather my scattered memories of youth,
Collect my juvenile logic
I will sew them together into a patchwork cloth of pastel coloring.
A cloth I am able to drape over my bareness.
Once more the world holds happy reason,
And once more can I find happiness.
*I feel I must remind my audience that I have little care for poetry, this was yet another idea stuck within my subconsciouse*
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