#2402-Incomprehensible

I eat something sweet,

But the feeling doesn’t last.

Touching a wall,

Feeling all the bumps,

Yet it’s soon forgotten,

Like vanished weekends,

On wet grey Mondays.

Perhaps all I see,

Is a strange,

Convoluted dream,

That like Mondays,

Comes and goes,

But the ending,

Can never be known.