Vagabond

You know what doesn't make sense?

When some joyful, upbeat rhytms played on your both earlobes, a stack of tasks await to be done in front of your face, stare at your puffy sleepless eyes, yet after all you're still being voluntarily steered by this certain person within your mind.

Tobogganing in the jungle of nonsense thoughts, imagining some unachieved dreams, then get knocked off by reality.

You know what doesn't make sense? When you already have a settled gravity, yet you refuse to stay and be a vagabond instead; wandering around the circle of uncertainty. That is, people, what doesn't make sense.