I was thinking
How things are never clean cut
Feelings
Perceptions
Life
So much jostles together
That is hard to tell which is which
What is normal
What is temporary
What will be gone in a season
What is here to stay
All a jumble
Some say everything is fleeting
And I’m sure they are right
The things
And me
Will all pass one day
And no one will care to sort this
From that
It will be simply
The whole
All of it that is
Or was
Still
My brain wants to sort things out
This belongs here
And that there
Me
You
Mine
Yours
This thing not that thing
I’ll stop one day