Insight Needed Badly
Looking into the maelstrom, trying to get a view.
Trying to, somehow, better understand you.
It’s like riding a mechanical bull.
The ups and downs take its toll.
It’s true. A woman thinks different than a man.
But, this much difference, I can’t understand.
The contrast is wide and somewhat twisted.
The real cause of her death is often not listed.
Not that it would come to that.
But, radical reactions is where it is at.
I make all effort to stay under control.
Life around you is never at a lull.
I can say something is black.
You will say it is white, then attack.
What is a no no for others is o.k. for you.
This keeps everybody in a stew.
You project onto others all that is wrong.
Never seeing it was you all along.
What a twisted tale we tell.
When we lie to ourselves like hell.
How long till you see that it is true?
You can never run away from you.
I am bailing. It is too much for me.
Let someone else give it a try and see.
Until you finally come to your senses,
your life will always be blocked by fences.
Fences you’ve created in your own mind.
A spinster life for you would be kind.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)