Makes Sense

The world is
(n)either right
(n)either wrong
Anymore.

There’s no more
War anymore.
Well, maybe
That one.

The world is
Not too long,
Or too short
Anymore.

Not too much of
Much too much
Anything much
Anymore.

But this one thing is true:

That when I see you,
And you’re there,

And the stars,
And all that

Romantic shit
Is in the atmosphere,

Then the world is clear.
Life means something.

When you’re there,
And there’s that

Romantic shit
in the air,

The card aisle makes sense.

~ Wynn ~