A wild streak crossed my path today.
I could not settle down, to a normal Sunday afternoon.
It was the demon moon/sun/nor easter or whatever.
Destined, yes destined, to act out with no real purpose.
Just a day to go for it.
Truly, I tried to settle down with the cats, to cater to their needs, but it was futile.
Off I went to find the meaning of crazy.
Hey, Carl! Hey Kim! Hey Ray! Hey World!
And then the question of the day:
Why are you still working?
Why don’t you retire?
And the answer is:
I have a pension from Met, from ATT, and from SS.
And my current job drives me to drink.
There is a snow storm on the horizon.
Well, let’s put it this way: So what?
It’s gonna happen.
What if it drops 18 inches of snow?
One more time: What the heck are you gonna do about it?
So, when you do finally retire, then what?
I might move to NYC.
What is it you like about the city?
Everything and nothing.
So, now what?
I am parched.
Pop open a coors, while I change into my pjs.
Just one last question: Are you happy?
Let me say this about that: Happiness just could be an illusion. And I am an illusionary.
Are you saying life is an illusion?
Only if you have lost a loved one…… and then? Yes.
So, now what?
You tell me.
In the meantime, let’s just be ….
Didn’t the Beagles say that?
No, the Eagles, I think…. or was it the Beatles?
Does it matter, my darling mad hatter?
Let it be.