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One day possible?

Or merely a flight of fantasy?

Can our imaginations create reality?

Will we someday be living in outer space?

As long as we can bring our cats

I hope it is possible!

Apathy to cook

and so you starve.

Then to help you get snacks

which are binged all in one session.

So you are back to square one.

No desire to cook

and no snacks to snack on.

Starvation and gorging together.

Fascinating.

Except when you live it.

The world turns to keep the daylight longer.

Weather temperatures rise.

Slighlty.

Just enough to think you can forego mittens and a toque.

Then the wind whips around the corner to say hello

and you run home to avoid frostbite.

All the while,

a smile on your face as the sun shines down

warming your face

and your heart.

The game you love is no longer fun.

Neighbours are even more of a stranger

or have become your best friend.

Fear petrifies even the strongest.

While the meek hide hoping more than ever no one notices them.

Politics divides the families

as responses to the disease varies.

Deaths take on new meaning

or numb those who have to deal with too many of them.

Good news is rare

and given special status since people are grieving.

Small insults blossom into rages.

Small gifts of kindness send us into tears.

Society’s ills are amplified.

Mental traumas are now being focused on

as a global scene now needs to deal with it.

Individuals are lost and found.

I hope everyone is all right

knowing that most are struggling.

Logic is caused by thinking.

Feelings jump around.

Actions are main events.

Fish do not drown.

Well most don’t.

I think.

I’m not sure really.

I wonder what cheese would taste like on the moon?

Laziness?

Or merely trying to survive?

Is it the easy way out?

Or is it merely a disability to acknowledge the discomfort?

Can you take the blame?

Or are you merely trying to avoid punishment?

Whatever the reason

Reality is known to smack back.

The song runs through my head.

Constantly.

The lines repeat.

Over

and

over.

Yet it is not all annoying.

It is a good song.

Somedays, you take what you are given.

Will she or won’t she?

What will she do next?

Am I ready to handle her chaos?

Who will be the one to help me?

Can I continue to help her?

And all those around her?

Somedays I want to call it quits.

Somedays I do.

A fashion look.

All the nuts together.

Bolts run wild.

Wheels are cogged.

Step by wrenching step.

Time for the thingamabob to its job!

Propaganda machines.

Televised recordings.

Misinformation proceedings.

Pamphlets of demonocracy.

Spreading division amongst us.

Emphasizing the wrongs

when they know it is right.

Disunity is their heaven

and one which we all have to live with.

Give me the red button.

I will press it and hope our world does not self destruct.