I wonder.

I yawn.

I laugh a little and end up between a lying smile and a bad giggle.

I yawn again.

I wipe away a tear, paving its way across my cheek.

I wonder as my thoughts wander.

It's ironic. In a sarcastic way.

It's deeply troubling if you stop to think about it. If you stop. And think. If you do, take you time.

Here we are again. In spite of aims, promises and all intentions. Whatever intentions may be worth. They seem to go bad in good weather.

Last time wasn't the last time. This time won't be either. Next time we'll be smarter but none the wiser. Perhaps we'll even refer to it as a deja-vu. Or not. Whatever. The illusion will look great. It'll be just what we want. That way it will be easier to pretend everything is alright on our way to hell.

What?

Read the paper. Watch the news.

Nothing is new.