Reason

We live in a world 

that seems to have lost all reason 

We search for order in chaos 

connect dots that refuse 

to be connected 

We are looking for reason —

A reason to rise 

to try again 

to stay in the game 

when the deck is stacked 

Still, we slog forward —

not because reason is clear 

but because surrender is not 

In the face of daunting obstacles 

In the face of trying times 

We push through our days 

Perchance to find a moment’s rest 

A chance to close our eyes 

and chase the world away into blissful oblivion 

Sleep runs from us like a frightened kitten 

Having not yet grown into it claws and teeth 

Our mind is nearly defenseless 

In the face of a weaponized world 

I don’t need to understand the chaos 

I rise 

I will get up 

© Ron Simpson Jr.