Dialogue with one's self

A dialogue with one’s self is simple splendor.

You’d be surprised at what you have to say.

Drifting philosophies,

Floating enlightenment,

Lurking humor,

Hiding regrets, transforming ponders,

Stormy sorrows, shallow urges, stray epiphanies,

Flippant flamboyance, flying frustrations, furlong farces, farcical facts,

AND MANY MORE!

All this in nightly self-dialogue.

All this from nightly self-discovery.

If the motley of ideas strikes you as fragmentary,

Just remember that life itself is fragmentary,

And we must piece together the fragments at hand,

To assemble the final fragment puzzle.

Grasp the slimy eel with all your might,

Though it may slip through your clutches.

It may whip its fluid form through angled currents,

Away from your astonished disappointments,

Into seemingly unconquerable regions.