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.