Basement penthouse

Yet another day, the story goes on

So many things to ponder and frown upon

I wonder what’s brewing in the cauldron for tomorrow,

If it’s just the smell of more frustration and sorrow

In a topsy-turvy world where truth is stranger than fiction

So much continues to be ravaged by the storms of misdirection

With some compasses pointing to their own egoistic afflictions

Even fairness looks like it’s a victim of the rot

No action, but enough food for thought

Amidst the pushing and shoving and the endless hustle

I try to figure out my place in this jigsaw puzzle

Ideas, thoughts crashing down on me in a deluge

To escape the maze, I’ve got no subterfuge

So I slip into my basement penthouse, my trusted refuge

The weird, wicked ways of the world continue to haunt

Pushing me around on what I think I want

The environs, they just continue to taunt

You think you have a lot, but there’s really nothing to flaunt

At the end of it all, you end up looking gaunt

Confined in my basement penthouse, my trusted retreat

I think is it just a battle based on delusion and deceit

I debate on what would or wouldn’t amount to admitting defeat

My basement penthouse, just a vagary, one of many, which I hope

Will provide some ammunition against what the surroundings hold

My head, six feet under, tries to focus on this uphill task

Not getting waylaid seems like a big thing to ask

Fortitude and logic look like just a futile mask

‘cos you never know what’ll show up, shattering those hasps