Synchrodensity

There must be a way
to welcome joy with open arms
yet they all seem to take away
all the peace and the quiet

There must be a light
that guides us back to our roots
But it's just something flickering
Intermittent & way too bright

Life is not an easy conundrum
a playful riddle or maybe just fiction
a chain of ironies at the fulcrum
and this is as good as it ever gets

That leaves just me and the other me
to laugh & cry
to wonder & sigh
both distant and nigh
stubbornly grounded
simultaneously high.