I sometimes ponder the oddness of humanity,
the incessant need to fabricate.
I wonder on the whys,
I wonder why they try,
and I try to get my head around the crazy lies.
Who’s peace of mind?
Or is it just a game,
Maybe just another old forgotten name.
I wonder what they’re thinking,
I wonder what they see,
I wonder do they know they under estimate me.
Karen Hayward ©2016