To Hell With Everybody... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

what you see is always the mess
and your mind rebels
for all those things not in their proper places
plates on the road
cars in bed
guns on the floor
pigs on the river
fish on the roof
stars hanging in your ears
that moon in your palm
and you never really care if this universe
this earth
is tumbling like a man of the circus
and you sigh
things should not have been that way
you have your own
way of arranging things
like pillows sleeping well in
bedsheets

you cannot change the world
baby, so leave all these
to what they are
time is too short for all
these interior
internalize the shortness of time
enjoy the breeze in the sea
close your eyes
think of what's next
and anticipate