Live
despite
the pain.
Discomfort
is part of the experience.
One doesn’t get to fill the void
without first drinking in
its nothingness.
Maybe there’s a point to all of this?
The constant
machinations
just seem to
grind away
at who we are,
but who we could become
makes the grist worthwhile.
Something of a song to live by.
It might be Mozart,
it might be Hendrix.
I just might be
another one of those
who took their own life,
because
they couldn’t live with
the constant
turn of the wheel.
Turn it up a little bit.
Let’s wake the neighbors
and let them know we’re experiencing,
existential difficulties.
Stress and the strain,
of being a being
whose being doesn’t mean
what they thought it did.
Fallen under a cold pallor
of success.
Some of us weren’t designed for this.
This race
has the gun
at the end.
Who’s gonna want to be first,
if the prize is the box?
Have we even thought
that maybe we weren’t supposed to go
any which way,
but up?
Linear thought is a waste.
We’re beings of multiple planes,
not craving escape,
but finding our way
out of our misery
through music
and light.
Passive like a common energy.
Aggression only breaks gravity.
We’d be free if we could see
that it’s only the end
of the world that we perceive.
No masters,
no slaves.
No morning,
no day.
No war,
no way
to conflate
our beckoning deaths
with our faith.
So many sold their estate
before they made
their place.
Imagine giving up breathing
before you had ever drawn a breath.
A life worse than death.
Hard to impress
anyone who knows what’s going to be left.
It’s all okay,
just stay afraid.
Keep the bad words out your mouth
and the bad thoughts
out of your brain.
Insulate inside a state of decay.
Isolate and abdicate your own fate.
This is insane,
but it makes sense.
I think it’s gonna rain
at the end.
Will it put out the blaze?
HG – 2022
