As The Crow Flies

If only life

Were like the straight of a ruler

Unwinding, unbending, linear.

 

Where things happen in order

And events made sense

Almost straight away.

 

As the crow flies,

Linear, unfaltering

Only going to its destination.

 

I have argued about this,

Almost endlessly

Night after night as lay awake.

 

It would be nice

If I could make sense of life

But yet, something troubled me.

 

If life were as straight

As the crow flies,

I cannot debate with myself as I do now.

 

I cannot philosophize

Not argue,

Only live life as a ghost going through purgatory.

 

So maybe it’s a good thing

That I experience life as it is,

And not experience it

As the crow flies.