The sadness of the world
keeps trying to take me away from my joy.
If it could, it would destabilize my existence,
perhaps, even destroy me.
But then, it hasn’t the comprehension to encompass me,
or to sufficiently impress.
These are but the constructs
of primitive minds,
who would have me believe
this is all there is.
They are fragile minds, as well,
brittle with age, and ignorance.
I shatter their tentative chains,
with a laugh:
a laugh to crack the sky,
and reacquaint me,
~ Tim Burchfield