The need for consistency is what keep you always wanting more and never getting it.
When did the American Dream cross the sea?
Everywhere you look you can see it
The idea that anything is possible
That living outside the rules of reality is viable
It can’t be only me who sees it, can it?
Have I fallen so far in the this cynical abyss that everything I now see is a twisted version of itself?
Reading back over the years and everything written to me is how life is, yet to everyone else it’s nothing more than bitter words from a broken heart of long ago that never truly stopped bleeding.
Surely other people can see the hypocritical nature of humans?
Those who lived that drug fuelled life and are now reformed and holier-than-thou and championing the spiritual life of benevolence and magnanimity, ugh such bulllshit, it’s all bullshit.
Argh, this frustration, what, where does it come from and why won’t it leave me.
Which door is closed, what is behind it, how can it be found?
It is that one in the corner of my eye, the one I look to see and yet each time it’s never there. Is it madness, or something else?
At this point in my life I reckon the Mobius Chair would be rather useful, alas that is but fiction and time marches on until we are merely shadows & dust, just like Proximo said.
“Shadows & dust Maximus. Shadows & dust…..”
Once we were young, full of hope & dreams for the future
Protected from the world, happily free
Then we grew up
Obsession comes in many forms, some are accepted as good, others looked at with disgust. Funny how our morals, beliefs and values can change how we see the world.
In fact it’s quite amusing to me how we see the world through the same eyes and come up with such radically different views. Think about it, one will see a waterfall and experience an awakening deeper than that of being born again, then a person stood right beside them will simply see falling water and nothing more.
Quite fascinating really.
I saw two such looks today, from two old flames.
One was a with a half hearted smile, the other tried to stare through me as if nothing was there. Luckily for me neither really held much impact however it did prompt the thought of wondering what they say and how it differed in their eyes.
I suppose this is why some people can stare at the stars and get lost in their majesty while others could look at the back of a chewing gum wrapper and discover the secrets of the universe.
What a funny old world we live in.
Back in My day
Back in Your day
Back in Their day
Who ever you ask
They’ll all claim life was at its peak
I wonder what was life like back in The day?
Inexorably it draws nearer
Times running out
Act 1 – We met and fell in love
Act 2 – We knew it couldn’t last so we tore it and each other apart
Act 3 – We never crossed paths again