Drops of rain crash against the window pane, like kamikaze pilots they were,
Sombre faced they sacrifice their lives to impregnate the earth with life,
The trees they sway as if to a divine orchestra they belong,
Scavengers they circle the sky as if below was a scene of death,
The clouds they are drooping, hanging heavy with all they rain they have,
I, childlike, stare at the stage of life, watching with awe and wonder this cosmic spectacle,
Life, it goes on like this,
The seasons, they change, babies are born and corpses are lifted,
I do my daily routine, like the rest do theirs,
In this entire cosmic equation where do I figure I don’t know,
But I drive to work and drive back with my favourite song playing,
Probably I am a spoke in the wheel of fortune, probably I am not,
I’ll drive to work with my favourite song playing and I will drive back,
Day in and day out….
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Every now and then....
Every now and then the meaninglessness creeps in and I fight it,
Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don't,
So I fall back on the bed and look out to the vast blue sky,
Every now and then I create my own reason,
and then I feel why do I need the reason,
but I do need it, I need an idea, a person or just something to carry on,
to fight the meaninglessness and live one day more,
I do not run towards the enemy's machine guns,
nor do I face the heavy mortar shower,
but I fight it every day,
the enemy inside, the biggest of them all,
to carry on one more day when the meaninglessness creeps in....
Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don't,
So I fall back on the bed and look out to the vast blue sky,
Every now and then I create my own reason,
and then I feel why do I need the reason,
but I do need it, I need an idea, a person or just something to carry on,
to fight the meaninglessness and live one day more,
I do not run towards the enemy's machine guns,
nor do I face the heavy mortar shower,
but I fight it every day,
the enemy inside, the biggest of them all,
to carry on one more day when the meaninglessness creeps in....
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Hey look you...
Hey look you, I am not here to judge, probably sometimes, if you need it, but I am not sure though,
I guess we'll screw up when I just see me and not you, and love you for me and not you,
Meanwhile, I want to ride down the bridge, her shoulder on my head, warm cheeks against mine and little droplets of rain crashing on my lips,
I guess that's all that makes sense, we'll earn a buck or two, please let me know about charity, whether I'll make you a helpless beggar or alleviate your pain,
I don't want the question to 42. That I think will make me sick. I am happy here, making the mindless joke, feeling the breeze ruffle my hair.
I'll walk with you down the beach, listening to the great song and venting some emotion on pieces of paper, seeing the kid smile and bringing us one step closer to equillibrium.
That's about it, for now though. For later I dunno, maybe yes, maybe no.
I guess we'll screw up when I just see me and not you, and love you for me and not you,
Meanwhile, I want to ride down the bridge, her shoulder on my head, warm cheeks against mine and little droplets of rain crashing on my lips,
I guess that's all that makes sense, we'll earn a buck or two, please let me know about charity, whether I'll make you a helpless beggar or alleviate your pain,
I don't want the question to 42. That I think will make me sick. I am happy here, making the mindless joke, feeling the breeze ruffle my hair.
I'll walk with you down the beach, listening to the great song and venting some emotion on pieces of paper, seeing the kid smile and bringing us one step closer to equillibrium.
That's about it, for now though. For later I dunno, maybe yes, maybe no.
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