Carnival Of Surprises Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My mind has a need,
To remain sharpened.
Or as close to it as I can get.
In these 'festive' mindblowing,
Devil may care times.

Everything and anything,
Could occur without a moment given...
To anyone daydreaming.
And spending valuable time to do it,
That expense of facing the consequences...
Today I can not afford to pay.

More today seem determined to stay,
Locked in fixed mindsets and unprepared...
For the carnival of surprises,
Popping up everywhere.
And in this ever changing life,
Time has become less sympathetic to those...
Unable to be flexible or incapable to adapt,
To that which has suddenly taken from them away...
Beliefs thought affixed to concrete facts.
With it found all circus acts under the tent,
No longer exist to provide the comfort...
Of a known contentment sought to wish.

My mind has a need,
To remain sharpened.
Or as close to it as I can get.
In these 'festive' mindblowing,
Devil may care times.
To find to witness and observe,
That the devil has assigned...
Demons to approach those standing in line,
Eager to exchange their minds to do...
If it means the doing of it proves,
They can be permanently removed...
From any lingering signs of reality.