A beating heart
A thumping chest
A wandering mind
A need to become
The need for perfection,
The drive for growth.
The want of attainment,
To be exceptional, gifted. Different.
Endless days pondering,
Prolonged nights calculating.
A great distance created,
A seeming refuge.
One veers...ever slightly,
A wide chasm created...imperceptible
A call to go back....
Where? An arid place...
The call of nostalgia,
Leading to a state never present
Merely the stitching of euphoric moments,
While the entire being was draining.
To be the master of many,
To conquer numerous fields,
To improve exponentially,
To become well-rounded.
Noble pursuits are many,
Vain pursuits all are,
Simply if enjoyed alone.
For to what end do they lead?
The fear of success, if it is not shared.
The fear of having love, if it is not given.
The fear of being surrounded, while being alone.
The burden of greatness, even when one is at home.
Walking on a plank....
Teetering on the edge of a cliff....
Ready to walk one's purpose....
What use if it is suel ?
God I implore you...gifts turn into burden.
Talents becomes a snare
Living...a torment
No! I speak not of dependency
You said it yourself,
“It is not good for the man to be alone."
Therefore, why antagonize me when I say it?
Or perhaps it is the culture I hear.
The shame, guilt, condemnation
The echoes of the many who cease to live
The corpse of a living multitude,
sickening...angry...in pain...fractured...broken
What sort of life is that?
I HATE IT! Multiple theories
All ridiculous, or...maybe mine it...
Ignorant I am... futile... I speak
No, it cannot be,
For I see something,
I perceive,
I test and feel
Thank you for giving,
Imparting... and woe me,
Woe the one given much,
For much is expected
Expectation humbles, it drains
To fulfill a task, no easy feat.
Give up? die? Never a thought.
A strong will? Foolishness? !Purpose!
May I enjoy the spoils of war with community,
May I live life plentifully: righteously, seriously.
May I enjoy the sweet lilies, the common bird.
May I enjoy peace... explore... life live, some more.
It is all within reach, all within grasp
To break away from the crowd, you have given me that.
To make of life my servant, while cognizant of its schemes
It lays within reach, all within grasp.
I'm not a contrarian,
I simply will never submit,
To an existence not worth living,
A society that knows not what to do...mostly dead...drifting...stuck...
I'm sorry, but I'm not... that's just not me.
Expression of this poem: https://youtu.be/3JQA7W_dLUg?si=rkSxS5bH85VdeWcl
Some aspects of it, listen closely and find that even this song falls into a certain trap ;)
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