I hate poetry. So I attempted to try and write poetry. |
Everywhere there is a sense of reality But only touching certain ones It will say to me - go, you must bare the burden of these thoughts and the burden of your life. The karma that doesn't come around for you will come to them. The shadow of their bright side will be cast upon you and blackout your light. I replied "What for me then" No such thing, it then said You will not be rewarded You will not be repaid You wont feel better and the pain will remain. The improvements to be made shall be like flashlights in the day. "But why me, of the billions Why, of the thousands? The hundreds, the tens? For there is nothing more when there is more nothing." Once again, it replies: You cannot change what has been and you cannot change what is The future is not coming up, it is as it is now. There is little to imagine and think, so do not imagine or think. Breath deeply like, in and out like zen and then, perhaps you will be able to accept the unacceptable. For your thoughts can be changed and morphed and your stomach will float back up. I said to it "No, I will no longer be trapped in poetry. I will no longer have my thoughts clouded and constrained by meter and rhyming patterns. I want to know why I enlarge my faults and belittle my successes. Why my luck has run out years ago?" Because there is no such thing as luck, there are only patterns. You envy those above you but you ignore those below you. You complain now but yesterday you rejoiced, and tomorrow you will rejoice again, and the next day you will be like you are today. So then why are you even bothering? "I'm bothering because I am bothered. I'm impatient because I've lost my patience. And I'm sitting here talking to myself, so join me in this psycho-logue. Ill even fix the meter. I've never climbed a mountain Ive never won a prize Ive barely had the motivation or the will to try. I've found comfort in failure it seems so set in stone For even my successes seem so overblown. Perhaps its in my head and maybe these thoughts will fizz. But if luck is not for real I'll be damned if something is. |