"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" asked my subconscious. At leisure I replied, "To no great thing, I'm sure within this mind I have no cure  for all the ailments of the night and day  so go now, off, to run and play." "I think not," it replied, and then followed deeper inside. "I am here to tell you all the things that make you hollow  are but few and you have merely wallowed  in them far too many days." The haze began to pass. I said, "Do not speak of the dead, for they have weighted down my head  conspiring and tiring, the circle does not turn.  Every season that should bring  fresh and new, a touch of spring  only withers into winter  even spurning noble mentors." Slapping me, subconscious sighed, "Let go of that arrogant pride. Think it's only you that feels  every slight in every deal?  Might as well go forth, be happy  Life is like this, suck it up chappy.  But when you turn your eyes away  from the scenes of disarray,  you may find a bit of closure  even happiness exposure.  So whenever you are drab,  I will come pick up the tab  You can have fun anyway  Even on the darker days." Mark Burton Saturday, August 27th, 2:15 P.M.