Sometimes I feel happy;
Sometimes I feel sad.
The feeling is sublime either way.
A raw energy courses through every fibre,
Blending and smoothing the deliminations,
Of the world, into One.
Wishful thinking characterises my character,
Causing cartoon-like complications to transition away,
Subsequently condemning any prior notion,
Of what was real - and what is Truth.
Meanwhile, in a fresh water pond,
I politely ponder the philosophy of it all,
Questioning not my position;
Questioning my perception.
// a Weird Fish poem
