An ode to the redonkulous

You come into this world with no thoughts of what’s right, through daytime, you adult, and child through the night, you put up with shit with no sign of a fight, what’s the point there’s no sense to it all.

Relationships blossom with buds out for seed, is it hassle you want? Is it friendship you need? But with consciousness passion or small pangs of greed, there’s no point there’s no sense in it all.

As your body decays but your mind stays the same and your youthful thoughts saying “You can still play the game”, but looking around, everything’s still the same. Where’s the point? Where’s the sense of it all

So you wait and you live and you look for some sense, if you sit on your arse, you just sit on that fence. But doing the wrong thing is no recompense! There’s the point, there’s the sense of it all.

So to act on a whim while the world passes by, as the others sit still and continue to cry. You come up with a plan with a glint in your eye. Found the point, found the sense of it all.

So panic ye not as the clouds burst with rain, all the growing up done all the feelings of pain. If you had a do over, would you do it again. Of course you would! 😊