#42 Sometimes, it’s what we all want, right?

Sometimes I don’t feel like writing.
I don’t feel like digging into mind to find out why I’m feeling how I do
I just want to feel it
I don’t want to analyze, question, pursue or do anything

I just want to be.

Birds don’t ask why they wanna fly
Pigs don’t know why the roll in the mud
Sharks and snakes bite whatever seems right
I just want to be like them
No need to understand or pretense
And if it’s really that major,
I’ll question why I care later.