A Poem

Gently wrapped in blankets of soft platitudes. The attitude has changed to simple answers lacking the gratitude of understanding this placebo, panacea healing salve lacks gravitas, it's obvious. Life isn't the peaks or valleys but the moments inbetween that speak in neatly wrapped bedsheets and spring in discombobulated vivisected bisected sects of cliques clicking inside your head garnering insight to paranoia and dread whispering your alive right now, not dead. So behave, be depraved, and save those memories for another day.