Poem: 19

"Why do we get angry at each other anyway?" She laughs like my bird escaping to freedom

Yes why. Except how horrible if we didn't. No surprises no demises of what is already dead no spring to joy ahead

Investigate your head

He said "its a cliche But how can you solve a problem with the mind that created it?"

Idiot! What else are minds for but to solve their own problems. Yes I know I know it's not worth getting angry about The struggle of that responsibility

That joy ahead