You ask what good is this life.
Aimless days embraced with open arms,
A piece of paper decides a life's plan.
Blinders preferred, mediocrity sought,
Creativity dictated, clamping thoughts.
You ask what good is this life.
The suffocated smile and pretend to breathe,
Warriors retreat and swords are sheathed.
Social acceptance - the primary concern,
A moment's hesitation - a lifetime to yearn.
You ask what good is this life.
What good is this life?
You hide from yourself,
This question is your mask.
You feed it upon itself,
When all you do is ask.
Influenced by Dinah Washington's "Bitter Earth": Youtube - Bitter Earth
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Easy to trace the tracks of my tears!!!
1 week ago
2 comments:
I ask what good is the mind, if it can't ink out these very real questions!!!
@Trinity: That's the thing. Written. Read. Brooded over. All theory. No action. That's what caught me by the throat and made me write this, which in itself contributes to all the more theory and lack of action. The irony of it. :)
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