I think a part of me doesn't want it to make sense
A part of me loves the mystery
The illogicality.
Maybe the unknown is a good thing, in a world full of the known
In a world full of facts
The impossible should live.
Amongst the certainties, the buildings made of stone, the things made of matter
Something should be just a little bit wrong
A little bit strange.
Just a little bit...
Weird.
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
