This reality is not persuasive.
I may not know what is,
but I do know what is
unlikely. That things are
a little off.  I'm a little crazy?
That's part of it.
What would it even mean
if I, alone, were sane?
I note its wrongness,
then continue on.
Because, what else?
We must walk the path we find,
but we don't have to agree that it's linear, that
the scenery isn't rife with perturbation and paradox.