Walking through the Cardhu

it's funny how when we walk and think
time and life sit in their own labeled boxes
real stuff pushes through
selfish things?

and it's weird when you're downing Cardhu
people only become real when they are honest or just listen
real people
no rehearsed mannequins

and sadly we all go back to normality
in all it's cadaverous splendour, eventually

and so we take our walks and our Cardhu
and we laugh or cry accordingly