The sun sets on another day…
Rain tinkled down upon the roof, and I enjoyed the sound of droplets pinging everywhere. High above a sunset shed beauty, but there was beauty here anyway.
Yes, I am feeling ridiculous tonight:
Platypus
I find myself in a bit of a pickle
whether driving a car or on a bicycle
I really don’t want to take the bus
and why is there a platypus?
The sky is blue and shimmers on
nothing is here and nothing is gone
I’m not sure why there’s such a fuss
and why is there a platypus?
I see the world through a rose lens
and try to believe those people are friends
and then I hear them scream and cuss
and wonder why there is a platypus.
time keeps flowing and seems to fall
and calls for beginnings and ends to all
and just when order seems to be just
why is there a platypus?
If you figure out where my mind was on this one please let me know. Some times you just have to go with your own flow.
So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you know why the platypus is there. It’s just to make another question and give another answer. Maybe it was always the question, but in the end it will be OK and the world will be a better place, likely because of the platypus. Find your own way and enjoy the night, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and mammals with eggs….