FLEETING THOUGHTS

Crickets In My Head.

I've got my head up there, and it won't descend
Most times I wonder, why were we gendered into two?
Why not four?
The caste system is diverse, but not the
gendered one!

Why is there good and evil?
Why is good always right?
Don't they know evil was once good?
The line itself isn't that thin.
She does evil for good.
Yet accolades🏅are for the nice ones.

Was the sky ever this bright?
Didn't our deeds make it bleed?
We choked on the fumes of our own temptations.
Set aflame🪔in the solace of our works.
Maybe the cocks didn't always crow?
Or perhaps braying was how they got by.

Death itself is stunning.
Don't tell me you defer?
Or was it the beautiful lie surnamed life you chose--
The horrendous truth scarred into hiding.
Coming out to reap berries in exchange for ice🧊

Since inception, did earth always go on a never ending trip?
An extrovert in its own space.
Or was karma borne of it?
Our deeds returning to us
Hiding behind the jester's mask.
Slashing us during new year's eve.

Or were we ever this tall to ants🐜?
Did they wish to be like us,
Throwing their dollars down the wishing well?
Or were they once us.
Places switched,
Punishment for their sins--
Pennies and quarters at the end of the barrel🏺
An everlasting fate.

Were those fairy tales all true?
Was Cinderella the fairest of them all
Or did she twist their heads🧿,
spinning us all on her spindle for centuries?
At times, I overturn garden rocks,
seeking the guardian gnomes--
Maybe they were the wraiths that played hide and seek with sprites.
Tempting us to prey

"Pray against the devil," they said,
but didn't advise us to prey during those prayers.

The long beards and their circles--
comprehended the Big Bang,
The theory of evolution, and whatnot.
Then one day they woke up and--
Voila! A new theory🧾comprehended.

The world is in turmoil.
Chaos boils over,
Everyone wants their share of the🥩 bodice.
Oily fingers grab🥢
But wait.
No one stopped to think--
Where did the dinosaurs go🦖?

Were they hunted down👣?
Did they die off🩸?
Was the Big Bang their executioner🪓?
Or maybe they're just hiding in another world,
Peeking through the fabric of time⬜,
Toying with the cosmos from time to time.

Most times I stare at the red📍tie between war and peace.
Was war always wedded to peace?
Or was peace always in pursuit of war,
blinding us all with her deception and trickery.

Come on.
Let's list things that seem out of this world:
A perfect friend🫂,
Social media lives.
Even depression itself seems so surreal,
Yet they all crawl towards it at snail's🐌 pace.

But then ... I puff out my🚬smoke.
And think to myself --
It's just the crickets🦗in my head.
Floating thoughts that pop in--
Just out of reach🪶