Abjective
or Objective?
My life is passing. - So am I.
How do I grasp it? - And why?
Dreams are hanging by a thread.
Less likely to survive, rather dead.
The matter rises. Difficult to tame.
All by myself. - Who is to blame?
That overload. How do I act?
The derating has its effect.
Winter, Summer, Fall
Spring all walking tall
All the lights dimmed
Darkness lolls on small
And the vast difference?
Is it par for the course now?
Might it strike such existence?
Like a force of nature to bow?
Is art supposed to be only light?
Is art supposed to be beautiful?
Is art supposed to be uplifting?
Or is to expect only that cruel?
Life is a mess, or eventually not
Together, we puff ourselves up
Cleaning one’s plumage nicely
Drinking that beer at the pub
I sit here majestically shallow.
Praying in proxy for the bliss
Wondering if life is a wonder
Wonder why? I tell you this!
Beware of comparing at all
Beware of feeling any small
Beware, bearing it in mind
Beware of hanging in kind
Life is hard work in itself.
The body, the mind. Tue.
Ocean, wave & creatures
All airborne without you
HC_Thiesgen
Aug 17 - 2024
2:00 PM (ET)
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