Oh well.

Oh well.

Every day,

No matter the ennui

My indifference brings

No respite to change

Every blade of grass

Will bruise beneath my feet

There is a silent joy

In the rebound

It resounds

In pockets of cold air

As each sharp blade springs up

Behind me

Arms held aloft

A festival audience

Worshipping a sun god

Roll with it

Before the music is caught

On the wind

And the rain comes

Scenes from an imaginary

Melodrama played out in fantasy

As the cuckoo makes a cuckold

Of a song thrush

Will it change its tune

As the egg breaks

Love is a binding agent

All is fair

In a race for survival

There is a surge of optimism

In the air

At the thought of rebirth

When life is more than

A stagnant pool

Devoid of surprise

Every hungry mouth is fed

From a silver spoon

In a dream sequence

But the truth of lies

Is in the reveal

As the old sun dies

Every last drop of comfort

Will be wrung

From my warm heart

Until its beating is the only

Reason to believe

Every new day will end

With resurrection

As a question