Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…
Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…
The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.
They tell you to be or not to be, that is the question
But can they even answer it?
Shrouded in mystery, yet ever insatiable
The way that I look to it confuses me
Puzzles me
Dazzles me
The mystery….
The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.
Individuality…can this be the key to the complexity?
The quest only results in alienation
The lack of communicable satisfaction
Culture, Culture, Society
Going against individuality
But is this being truly free?
Must you follow in order to be?
Oh, the epitome of individuality
The words that shape definity
Yet ever so frequently lack true clarity
I’m workin’ till 4, 4, 4 in the afternoon.
The depth hits me like a giant monsoon
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
Is this truly me?
What does it even mean to be?
Must I exist simply, merely?
Or can I be he who stands clearly, sincerely?
The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.
Being, its surely a beautiful thing
Can you describe it, the art of being?
One moment I dream of kings
The next, perhaps a sting
The next, I am only being
But can you only be?
Oh, then why don’t you think quickly
Time slips away faster than a decaying tree
What does it take to set one free?
The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.
We take time, construct it to fit
It acts as a prison, dutifully a duality split
We live not as the moment may permit
Only to the future do we submit, commit
What is the cost of such?
Don’t you think it’s a bit much?
People forget the past, for them its only a crutch
The future lies ahead, in things they can touch
Nearing twenty years of education
Supposed to love to learn, why?
Isn’t everyone supposed to someday lie, to ascend up into the sky?
Take a look into my eyes
Then glance over at what seems to be the prize
Don’t get blinded by its guise, or even sensationalize
Take a look into my eyes
For me, to be exists not so precariously
Anything but love is unsatisfactory
I live for you even if you don’t live for me
After all
For me, to be exists not so precariously
Let me be the one who sets you free
The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.
Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…
Be the one who is,
The one who loves
The one who tries and subsequently never dies…
2 comments:
I think you made some good improvements to the poem. I would have to say that the changes made it seem more melancholy, perhaps related to recent college admissions decisions (pardon the psychoanalytic criticism), with changes from "don't be blinded by the sunrise" to the more sinister (probably an over-the-top description on my part) "don't be blinded by the guise," just as an example.
You and your psychoanalytic criticism, John.
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