I travel seated next to an old man losing his hair thumbing through magazine articles on wigs. Turning to him to ask, “Why bother?” He replies: “Would you pet a dog with mange?” I nod looking down analyzing his reply. He nods and I glare out the window at passing buildings. Then I turn back to ask him: “Why do dogs want somebody to pet them?” He smiles and says: “I’m not sure.” Sometime later I sit staring out over a lake and watch the ducks Their body outside the water seems so calm and so still. Reserved and relaxed they float along. But underneath their legs kick fervently. Men are the same I’ve heard that before… Or maybe I knew it before I heard it. I can’t remember but it’s true nevertheless. The rich are never happy. Today they view tomorrow. Tomorrow they see the next. And they never find today. The poor are also never happy. They view yesterday. Never see tomorrow. And drink to get through today. They are the same…. Lost Parents are really the Children They find themselves in their offspring Cry when they leave. Smile when they return And miss them while they’re gone. Nothing really matters Not a thing at all We’re all just a myriad of thoughts overlapping each other. A dream that never ends Who is the dreamer? Me or You Are these my random thoughts? Or yours manifested through your mind into your dream… It doesn’t really matter though… Cause nothing is really real.