What must I say?

What must I do?

For this I offer you?

Yes, and why do you acknowledge it this way?

Is it wrong, the way this goes?

Why not this way, why not that way?

This way is lunacy, and rejected by the children!

This way lies madness, they say,

This way lays chaos,

It's against science!

Do you not see what was recorded?

Do you not see its reality?

Insensible! Insensible! Beyond evidence!

And yet you acknowledge it!

Have more sense!

Just things and just words, yet so much unfortunate meaning you inject it with!

I’ve rejected it, and they’ve rejected it,

It is against the majority vote,

Come back with something better,

The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

This is against what I’m willing to stand,

Do you not see it? Devil’s whispering!

It will never be as you say as time has proved every time,

Why must we have this conversation?

The old monk sighs, and this he says,

“Just a suggestion, just a remark and, simply stories of myth and legend,

Not based here,

A reflection of a ripple in time, an incomplete picture,

But as it crossed in front of me,

I said, is this me? Or is this random?

Arranged in this way,

Was it my choice or the heavens?

Why acknowledge it?

But as it crossed in front of me, this I said, this I’ve conjured,

In front of me it crossed, not based in reality, but cross it did, and acknowledge it I did,

But this did not represent me, and not my reality,

Then, I thought,

Am I willing to test it? To see how far it goes?

This truth it dares to speak?

This response it provided?

The way it crossed in front me,

As if it was something instinctual, to me,

That I would say that’s normal?

Was it just a disconnection?

A difference in perspective?

Was it just not a reality?

But so brave it was! To stroll in front of me!

As if the truth it speaks, and the reality it considered,

Was acceptable,

Was something that we would consider!

But indeed it was me who saw it, and acknowledged it, and it was me who considered it,

The truth it speaks and the reality it considered,

But care not, I did,

And willingly reject it I did,

But pass in front of me it did,

And to not acknowledge it would be to reject reality,

Care not I did,

A passing thought I considered,

But deny it I had to,

Forward I must press,

Far away, from this reality considered,

But acknowledge it I had to,

And curious I was, what others would say,

So say it I must,

Hear the response,

Of what reality echoes back,

So that I may see,

What others considered,

When this strange thing passed in front,

Anyways, that’s all I have to say,

And your response I heard,

So go I will, into the distance,

Over there, to that edge,

But maybe, I’ll linger,

Goodbye, dear stranger,”

The monk did say, and leave he did,

Almost as if he had said nothing,

Almost as if its part was unnecessary,

But pass by he did,

And acknowledge it…

Maybe some did…