ITS OWN PECULIAR WAY

Sometimes my mind in its own peculiar way 

meanders from the straight and narrow

mostly when asked, to stay, not stray

Why, those are rules I just can't follow,

My heart could linger quiet in the shadows

but my mind could never stay too long 

With impish delight that serves no purpose

It needs to do right by wooing wrong

Pranks learned yesterday for today's tomorrow

played out swift, as the rush of a waterfall

my thoughts as clear as broken crystal

the faster I run, the harder I fall

I've reflected on desired changes

and even bought tools to mow the lawn

but found as I trimmed the hedges

The more I refrained,The more I was drawn

to the innate nature of tomfoolery

or call it a warped sense of humour

mirth gained by taking it easy

heating the moment by playing it cooler

Too light an approach for burdens heavy

and adding salt to sweeten the plot

My thoughts have their own peculiar way

of provoking calm by stirring the pot

- AN EXPERIMENT IN IRONY