Mr Fry

Wrong question”,
There ain’t no why.
The mind plays
Its own game,
Rendering blame
Or reason,
Irrelevant.
Certainty is,
When the sun will rise,
Seasons change,
They’re all the same,
It’s what we know,
But the mind plays
Its own game.
Off we go,
Living lives,
The only way we can,
Happy in the days of sun
Little expected,
No suggestion,
No reason,
No blame,
No why,
“Wrong question”.
The mind plays
Its own game.

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