The Middle of an Endless Thought

The song and dance of life at times seems to some exhilarating and wonderful; while to the on lookers, who do not dance, seem ridiculous and insane. The pen and ink of our mind can only heal the wounds we want healed while the other wounds are continued to be made wider and deeper than before. We have been taught knowledge; knowledge is knowing where the ledge is. We have been taught the small rules of etiquette of life. We have been taught the difference between black & white. We have been shown the fine line in blood that shows the ledge between insanity and madness. The wind blows, the flowers bloom, and dead decay. Two of these are unstoppable and untouchable by man. The third is irresponsible. The actions of man to man or man to beast can not stop the wind from blowing or the sun from rising; and the small rules of etiquette cannot stop the flower from blooming or the dead from decaying UNLESS man decides consciously to make it die. Thats why death is irresponsible. Its not constant, its not fair, it not blameless. Today is a day you'll forget tomarrow, and yesterday you've already forgotten.