Between Here and There

Perhaps there seem to be some continuity
in an ironic change of pace,
only to be conflicted
where the signs contradict each other.

There is a surreal feeling
in a way where time seems to stand still,
as if there is neglect
and the dust settles in utter stillness
unperturbed in an impending disturbance
only to find a status quo revealing itself later

I am sombre
yet I am unfazed

it is the essential ingredient
to a disaster like one experienced not too long ago
like a ripple in a puddle
formed along a concrete pavement
ignored by the self-indulgent
and trampled over by the self-righteous

Logic is like a defining facet
that disagrees with emotive response
to reason beyond what would normally be considered awkward
I stand somewhere in the middle
uncaring towards the pressures I have imposed
ironically, upon myself