There is no place for common sense.

There it is sitting by the riverside,
the moon glimmering on its face
like the sparkling glimpse of a distant world,
Just sitting there casually,
not seeming lost even though I feel it is,
Staring into the slow flowing water
with a wry smile on its face
and feet dangling in the cool water
playfully with an unknown joy,
yet its eyes tell me it is thinking
thinking of a deeper existence,
Perplexing complexities drowning in its head
bringing meaning to forgotten dance.
And with those thoughts, it just sits there,
all alone without me,
I wish one day, my sense might invite me,
to sit with it besides this peaceful stream,
But it says always it is too common,
And in this world
there is no place for it beside the one with sense.

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