The Law Of Equal Opposites
Has stuck to me
Like old gum
Under the desk
In the 7th grade classroom.
It is stuck on the brain
And the gum
And the brain
Look the same
I can’t tell what I am chewing on
And what I am.
When does what we believe become a part of who we are?
Somewhere, in the middle of the opposites,
there’s life.
There’s a natural flow.
You just have to grasp the two ends of the point.
And you have to constantly adapt,
To position yourself
In the middle.
Eh, I don’t know what the hell I am talking about.
It could be this,
But we’ll never know the secrets to life—
There’s too many of them.
I break laws all the time.
And these laws of nature
Are both real
And imaginary,
That’s what the law states,
Doesn’t it?
Everything is subjective and objective,
And we float around on this spectrum between these two ideas of reality.
I wouldn’t listen.
I wouldn’t take this seriously.
This is just
Play
Of the utmost
Seriousness;
And it is also
Pointless.
It is a game.
It’s something to do with this life.
Making sense of this life is how some of us play this never-ending game.
The Law Of Equal Opposites is just an arena,
For confused souls
To have some fun.
And that seems to be
Where I am currently
Stuck in.
Stuck to me like gum.
Like that wall
In seattle
That smells
A little too funky for me.
-C.H.