Mundane

In the quiet interludes of mundane days,

A whisper of peculiarity gently sways.

A quirk, unbidden, in the mind's terrain,

A sense of weirdness, an odd refrain.

A carnival of thoughts, a carousel askew,

In the randomness, where eccentricities brew.

The world, a canvas of kaleidoscopic hues,

Weirdness unfurls in spontaneous queues.

As if the stars conspired in playful jest,

A sense of oddity upon the chest.

Not malaise, but an enigmatic twist,

A whimsical dance in the mind's midst.

Ephemeral quirks, like dandelion seeds,

Scattered whims that sprout like wild deeds.

A peculiar waltz in the mental spheres,

Where weirdness hums, dispelling fears.

No rhyme or reason to this whimsy's birth,

A peculiar grace in the theater of mirth.

Embrace the oddity, let it gently spin,

In the kaleidoscope, where weirdness begins.

For in the randomness, a beauty lies,

An authenticity that defies the ties.

Weirdness, a badge, a feathered cap,

In the tapestry of life's quirky map.