wizard style

this was written a few weeks ago:

with people
you can't trust many things,
so you must have rocks to fall back on.
boulders which don't budge.
so when you question comfort, as if it's some foreign woodpecker digging into your skin, you know there is a point
where
you
know (something).

like flirting with that line where things are a wee bit insane
and you can't tell whether the strangeness is beyond you or within your grasp.
so you lay around or move about, doubting these people around you, and yourself...and sooner or later you can or do decide that whatever you are doing, whatever they think, you are a rock and they can't really push you around and make you feel like a lizard in the winter. some change, some don't. but they can, you later think. and you know you can roll down if they hit you right. or if you get yourself from the right angle.
but this is the thing - you know the things you do. that you adapt when you want, but there are some things you can't wiggle out of. so either the worms around you adapt and stay around or they don't. either way you don't budge.
but you can.
there's that semi-boring but important saying - "if you have a problem and there's something you can do about it, why worry?...if you have a problem and there's nothing you can do about it, why worry?"...
when it gets down to it, at least for the personal arena, what the fuck is there to do?...