Relative Something

You never know, in the grand scheme of things, just how far we can go when all is said and done. There is no time like the present to reap what we sow, as opposed to rip what we sew. Far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth or fail to see the forest for the trees. We could all do with a bit more looking people straight in the eye and speaking from the heart. Since half a truth is often a great lie, and a bird in hand is worth two in the bush, all things being equal, we end up with the same difference, if you will. As far as I can tell, it’s just a stone’s throw from things coming up roses. I am not a lawyer, but in my humble opinion, um, yeah, it would be an uphill battle to go against the grain in an unbridled effort to champion a cause where far lesser men have failed, unless the jury is still out, in which case, the lesser of two evils may be the best case scenario. If push comes to shove, we could always bait and switch our objective in hopes of attracting more bees with honey than vinegar when we cash in all our chips and go for the gold. We are as young as we feel and older than we think if life has taught us anything about the true nature of nurturing emotional maturity from the apple a day to day diet of the stars. Underneath it all there lies a cast iron gut wrenching slam dunk possibility for a consolation prize worth ten times as much as the last time around the block knocked silly by a cast of thousands of teeming sports fanatics who made good on a promise to keep one step ahead of the grand scheme of things when all is said and done. The point that deserves the lion’s share of attention all too often lies steeped in its own juices of constipated thinking beyond all shadow of a doubt, without all the debt-laden burdens of proof looming large on the vast horizon of passion to hear ourselves think. We own our own words so the most logical thing to do is pour enough of them out on the table to assure ourselves we hold fair market value in a shrinking gift economy of hyper-inflated dances with fame and fortune. The least we could do is fail to cast aspersions toward the future of our meager ration of reality-based ideology hiding just around the corner from our last chance saloon of brilliant time-saving devices too oft wielded for ill gains while the gnat lies sleeping in the rain.

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.