Blissfully Unaware

I can’t think of anything to write … I just finished round 1 of 10 weeks of econometrics (with a B!). I was certain I would fail and I’d be crying in a dark corner over being kicked out of my program. But that combined with the insanely busy work load I’ve had for months means now that I have a few moments for my brain to not go 1000 miles a minute I’ve completely crashed on the creativity front.

This was originally published on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch last year.

Today is a weird day.
Everyone is skipping down the street …
There’s a lady selling flowers.
Except she’s tossing them in the air
As she makes flying ballet leaps.
The homeless guy on the corner
Is pawning a frog
Dressed like James Dean
And singing a Sinatra beat.
“Come one, come all!”
He screams
“This frog is just like me!”
The buses are floating,
The cars are skidding
To a hip hop tune.
What is happening here?
The sidewalk leads me away
With a tantalizing figure
In a red dress and a cane.
Like smoke she floats
Through the veins
Infecting this weird day.
Into a hole she beckons,
A dark room on the other side
Of all we know.
Picasso paintings play cards
With dogs in dapper vests,
And there’s my siren
In a red dress.
Weaving through the liquor,
Dancing by the stairs,
We’re blissfully unaware.

Maybe we’re blissfully unaware of our weirdness?

Maybe we just don’t care?