Spooky

Do you ever get hit

With the reality of life?

That all of this exists and we put up with it

Not knowing if any of it is real or

Worth it?

I always find it confusing that when I

Slam my hand down and it only

Goes as far as the countertop

Like we’re all trapped in this prison

Of pain

And things we don’t understand

And we think we’re in control

But we’re not

Now that’s spooky

Marbles