I like the thought of pickled biscuits
although they don’t make sense.
I suppose they are about as logical
as shade from a barbed wire fence.
Logical … now there’s a word that
sometimes makes me cringe.
A preset set of boundaries
a beginning and an end.
I think logic is a damn fine thing
if you live inside a box.
The thought it can bring comfort
make borders where there’s not.
Id just assume to think of things
as questions yet unsolved
than to put them in the category
“not to be resolved”.
For had folks stayed inside a box
and not bothered to invent
wed surely have no cures at all
to diseases we lament.
I doubt there’d be a lightbulb
there’d surely be no cars.
Lets find a cure to cancer,
lets take a trip to mars.
Explore this world in which we live
to find answers to our problems.
Look outside of logic.
make the tops the bottoms.
As for pickled biscuits
don’t tell me that we can’t,
and the shade from that old barbed wire fence
feels just fine to an ant.