Philosophical

I'm out of sorts and out of touch.
Out of sync and out of rhyme
Out of mind and out of time.
Do you notice the minutes ticking away?
Do you notice the incoming Inferno?
No you don't.
You waste your time.
Reading.
This.
Poem.
I single you out because there's more for us to be doing.
Writing and reading are over-rated.
So is education and sex.
Yet we still do it.
Why?

Maybe because it takes our minds off the impending doom.
It helps us focus on the future without being overly dramatic.
LIfe is unpredictable.
It throws us a curveball and we swing at it.
We miss - Life goes on. We wonder what could have happened if we never missed.
We hit - Life goes on. We wonder what would have happened if we missed.
Maybe it's for the better. Maybe not.

Go ahead.
Have your fun.
Surf your concience overseas and realize
That sex isn't as over-rated.
It's just an outlet, an escape.
So is poetry.
I'm writing to express a feeling.
I'm writing to indulge in my own fanasies.
I'm writing... because I feel like it.