Action Reaction

[caineng]

Everyday
we run the risk of melancholy
in this world
brimming in its permutations of possibilities;
a hairline difference
stalking with ease
the switch that
brings us from
our
robust flavor of
happiness to a sadness
that seems more and more aligned with reality.

So that we barricade ourselves
with calculated decisions
sick
with a maturity that
puts the child in us
wailing
behind bars. Locked and key-thrown
only to return with
the abandon
that paces along the horizon of our mortality