Mary, mary

I only wanted the offer so I could have first refusal.

I just wanted to be first, so I can have a perusal.

My garden only grows with silver bells, and cockleshells,

And some pretty maids all in a row.

Oh, what a bore it would be, to be straightforward and see

No fun in a conflicting answer.

My traditional patterns say one thing but I decide on another,

The genuine response is undercover.

It is best not to guess why I enjoy messing and just accepting will be less stressing on your brain.

Bamboozle your noodle.

Refrain from applying logic to my ever-changing status.

It makes no sense but purely gives me comfort.

Leave me be and I’ll revert back at some point. 

The greater gain

The greater gain justifies the total effort expended.

What that that exact aim is now, it is uncertain. Never-ending.

Is the constant slog worth the futile light?

Hindsight would say most definitely,

Foresight would say maybe, questionably.

‘It’s the taking part that counts’ – not quite.

It is the small outcomes and the subsequence, the end of the chapters that are significant.

Simple involvement is not the magnificence.

Milestones, achievements are what we remember. What we aspire to and inspire.

What is the point of anything, if there is no context?

Why not do something for the greater good?

If you could you would but you apparently can’t, so you won’t.

Selfishness is a lonely island.

Altruism is a schism to egotism.

Karma is its ally, ready to return the favour.

Behaviour is not quarantined, it accumulates.

One day it will be tallied and will be married to your fate.

So the greater gain will somehow justify the effort expended.

The ended is explained.