Peninsula

I love the way the sands of time trick our mind.
How pleasing the feeling
we were young yesterday,
the notion that all we know is innate.
A smile arises when I think
of troubles, previously significant
that no longer hold any pain,
or of all the times we tried in vain.

Shifting sands of time
distort our mind in pleasing times,
distracting us from the reality
of humanity.

Absolutes are abhorrent:
hate and love are but two sides of the same coin,
with one comes the possibility of the other.

To hate and love at the same time
is absurd.
To hate and love at the same time
is human.

So you see
the paradox of humanity.
It is a struggle to remain sane