You don’t know where you’re going
Unless you know where you are,
You don’t know where you’ve been,
Unless you know how you got there.
You don’t know what the story is,
Unless you know that the beginning,
May actually be the end. Or vice-versa.
Conundrums come in many shapes,
Some elongated, like a sausage,
Others round, like a ping pong ball,
They are something you will know,
When you see them. And vice-versa.
Do not despair. If you don’t know
Who you are, you may have a treatable
Condition. There is a drug for everything–
Ennui, nervous laughter, excessive
Intelligence. Just ask the pharmacist.
But keep your skin protected from
Full moonlight, or you will become
That which is beyond treatment.
Someone nobody likes, not even dogs,
Although your money will still be good
In the stores that no longer deal in products,
But only matters of the mind.
© Dennis Hathaway
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