Abjective or Objective?

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)