Someone else’s problem
You know what it's like to know a fact that everybody knows and to tuck it away, ho hum as something someone else should do and then one day the implications hit you (who knows why) and you see the colour and feel and implications you see it applies to you your scalp whistles and your hair floats with the force of the fact seen new But when you try to explain your 3D neon vision they tuck it away, ho hum, not new and maybe so do you A lonely epiphany has a point for sure it cleans you out But if it doesn't lead to cleaning up it's not worth tuppence. That burning bush where will I put it? on a billboard or in the bottom drawer?
Another poem hot off the press or rather, unfinished. This one will change or disappear.
Someone else’s problem: a lonely epiphany. I dare say you’ve had one too.
I wonder what problem you have in mind… Could be anything.