illusion costs some
self deception,
imagination
is the better cost of living,
delusions are runaway
deceptions,
mathematics has little to do
with any of them,
in the event of nothing
everything becomes important,
as the world of trivia
ascends the throne of sublime,
taking the good with the bad
sounds so silly
take the good
send back the bad,
the only memory
true to form
are mutiplication tables
either is one or the other
neither is none of the above
trusting your insincts
are poor excuse for acting
without reason,
for unreasonable reasons
gut feelings live in the stomach
hunches ride on your back
instincts flow from your mouth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Shimon. How true in so many ways. well done. Regards dave T