Relative Something

Pursuant to the lack of guidelines set forth in the reasoning by the party in the first part for bothering to write down a series of words in a stream of conscious mode for no reason other than the seemingly valueless exercise of manipulating fingers on keys while the mind wanders aimlessly in the direction that can only logically be described as no direction at all with respect to the idea of having a point, there comes a time when doing so simply becomes an end unto itself. Far be it from me to shy away from the harsh light of intellectual curiosity which renders the urge to avoid any association with acts deemed mindless, in pursuit of the almighty reason for breaking things down
into more bite-size bits
no less cryptic
although maybe less
drastic
hardly fantastic
teasing along
like a favorite song
fragments of hints
memory-like glints
reasons for following
the words down a path
around underground
as if through a looking-glass
one that mirrors a soul
with a newfangled feature
like the future should hold
that tells a hard truth
we don’t want to unfold
it’s why we all hide
or collapse in the grasp
of rambling run-on sentences with nary a subject with which we can latch for tracking the topic that never seems to arrive with a pleasing dispatch that rewards our incredible diligence for having the strength to hold on all the way to the end in hope something will bring with it that warm fuzzy feeling like a hug from a friend who we are happy to see in spite of all else and we forget for a moment that the reason is not clear for forgiving ourselves and we let down our guard and just let it all be, while we pause for a moment, and smile from our hearts toward whomever we see.