Bound by substance, controlled by fate,
Every step forward, I feel I am late
I profess my sins, I clean my slate
Why is this pretense, always on my plate?
Even if it’s just, even for a cause
I blend my senses, I create a pause
I spawn an illusion, I paint myself an art
I let go of reality, taking it all apart…
There’s no direction, I swing here & there
I feel the end is coming, it’s all nude & bare
No point, I feel, or I don’t think I care
Too much, I know, no more thoughts to spare…
I find myself exhausted, I dug myself a grave
I don’t feel am human, a human not so brave…
Beautifully expressed….Bt not so true…..you are brave enough….
Thanks 🙂
‘ Life is an ongoing process of learning, one who stops learning, stops living’ – Martin Buber. Life per se has its own way of teaching us things. Accept that reality and trust the powers that be. Anything and everything in the cosmos happens for a reason. See the bigger picture. Cheer up or come over for coffee.
Yes Sir, I agree. I do believe that something or the other eventually works out & all the bad that comes, is actually a learning experience. I will take you up on that coffee soon 🙂
Beautiful and profound
Keep writing