Chapter 1129
Very Astute
Each searches for a new route
In the maze of daily life's commute
Do the facts ever add up
Does anything compute
The path is never direct
It is warped, bent or acute
A heart that's left stranded
It becomes easy to loot
No one wants to hear
Another sound off and hoot
It seems to be nothing more
Than to hear their own horn toot
It's no problem for them
To give the other the boot
Once they have harvested
All of the emotional and sexual fruit
It does not take long
For the thoughts to dilute
Things will often devolve
They will turn into a dispute
It soon become evident
That death is the only absolute
Everything seems to become
Confused, jaded and moot
Everyone wants a voice
They don't want to be mute
They don't want to be replaced
By a cheap substitute
Nothing about love
Is trivial or minute
Everything that grows
Must have a root
When the fall starts
There's no parachute
To see how it will end
One need not be very astute
Nobody