Refrigerator

Like all other poems of mine,
A few more jumbled words
Have decided to escape me tonight
And I, helpless in my state
Have only one thing to proclaim
That people do crazy things
Crazy things in love, with themselves.

I have stopped wondering, to be honest
About what love is or is meant to be
What we do, whatever we seek
Is just another privilege indeed.
Yogurt hibernates, the refrigerator blinks
Even Eiffel shuts down when the city sleeps.

It's a wonderful life, they say
Full of wonders, supposedly
May be they are right,
May be love really exists
And if it doesn't, why bother
Just let it be.