What This Means to Me. A poem by Fin Brennan

Its either been two months
Or two years
I cannot quite recall

At least I am safe
At least I am healthy
That is what this means to me

The sun rises in the morning
As it should do
The sun sets in the evening
As it should do

The problems are the world are laser focussed
The problems of the world are few and far between

This all means everything and nothing to me
I know I am not so different
My mind manages to get tongue-tied when I think about everything
If that is even possible

And now my body aches
To add insult to the world’s injury
Who am I to be so focussed on the wrong thing?

That is what this means to me
It means the world
Depending on how I feel of course

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