I remember you well
As I fail to fall in love with the fallacy of my current predicament
I decide to talk it out with Mr Melancholy in the mystery house
All the while drinking a calm, captivating cup of camomile tea
He tells me all the terrific things he thinks I should know,
And all the whimsical wonderment of his past deeds
But I don’t have the heart to listen and take heed, this I let him know
But he does not mind, not one bit
He nonchalantly nods and aims a senile old smile in my direction
Knowing that he has done all he needs to do
This guy is my hero
With the wise man's words still wandering around in my mind
I find myself contemplating the abject possibility
That there may actually be cause for jubilation once more
But first I must banish to the far beyond,
My unwillingness to undermine my own redundant routine
And begin again from the beginning
And at this moment
This precise moment
I am suddenly enchanted by the thought of drinking glowing grape juice on the balcony by the bay