Desperation

 

 

In our beginnings

all daydreams seemed possible, but as days go by

a sense of woe

embraces contentment.

 

All knowing

is the ability of freedoms and the ultimate challenge

is a constant moving target, a precision instrument.

 

Once upon a time

in a far off land,

a sun rose so bright

the people were blinded

and said "what's the point?"

 

 

If people would see

what's really in front of them instead of what

is defined by others,

the world would be honest.

 

A way of life

in which people are being would be life

filled with people's dreams rather than reactions-

 

In a world

devoid of dreams people seek

the goals of others,

paying the price with their self.

 

 

Additive losses of self

are the causes of invisibility to be fought against like a decease

whose weapon is conformity.

 

Deviation from historical paths is a cause of great uneasiness,

as difference

can not be accepted,

and is counter balanced with guilt

 

In a reactive state

time multiplies the effect of additive losses of self,

and prostituted devotion receives its full billing.

 

As life moves on

difficulties grow,

with an ever increasing set

of regulations to obey.

"Do not obey regulations."

 

It's become my fate

to try and explain

to myself, more than you,

these "things"

that need to be said.

 

What is life,

and how much of it is fate?

I wish I knew what to do

about all these questions,

for it's these answers that life is.