Non-Entities

An undefined piece that sparked into my head earlier this morning. Unfinished thoughts spinning down a mental drain of un-clarified whatever's.

Are we such petty adults, that even though we know and say things - realize we shouldn't do them, yet... we do?

To retreat from prior words spoken.

To push aside promises so easily broken.


Are we really who we say we are?

I suppose we can never wholly know just who we are.

Small inklings and passing notions.

Concepts.

Hazey mental constructs.

Nobody but faceless bodies in the end.


Too easy is it to just throw the problems up against the walls, knocking back drink after drink.

Racking up the balls on the green felt only to sink the eight three shots in.

Come morning we've hung ourselves well under the weather and never quite over.

Such a silly connotation.


We are what we are.

Animals of repetition and hatred.

Dissolute and timid.

Casting and un-casting the stones.

All and naught.

Dreamers and subsequent killers.

Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and lovers.

All caught in the same web.

Tangled in the trees - stuck toys.

We are watchers; observation slaves.


The sun, lethargic and full becomes obscured by the slow rolling clouds. The rain fall turns to sleet then to snow. Hearts freeze. ... The wind may carry us for a time. But we always find a way to fall. Pushing and pulling as the ocean's tide. Ciphers. Illogical correlations and cycles...


Are we..... .. . .. .. ... . ?