It’s 6 o’clock in the morning and my stupid brain just won’t turn off. It won’t shut off so I write:
Thoughts rushing about, a highway and traffic lights seem to all be green. I’m surrounded by walls though and everything seems to be quiet again. I stand up and walk and then fall. I’m paralyzed from the waist beneath. Thoughts trapped above and body dead below. Do you know what I’m going through?
They say the past lies somewhere behind us, carved in stone. You cannot change it, yet we look back. Mistakes, lead us to consequences, lead us to eternal regret or do we work to change. Change the past, we said it’s carved and yet we take out our picks and our axes, and we scratch the surface as we smash on that rock of memory.
We are born wet, naked and crying and we strive to dry, clothe and smile. We strive to find a way around the sun and the darkness. What we have we do not enjoy, we ask for more, we grow materialistic, we get what we need and we want what we cannot have and we strive. We are the same, we are unique, we are who we are, it’s all the same.
Jews, Christians, Muslims, Buddhist, Hindus and Atheists we know nothing alike. We speculate, we pray, we eat, we sleep, we grow and yet we don’t, alike. We know not of the God, not of the sea, not of the land nor of ourselves, we know nothing, we are all alike. We help, we create, we build we demolish; savages, we are all alike. Built from the same DNA we share one ancestor, we share the ancestry of time.
Time is fast, it runs around the yard but tires not and we tire. We tire and we sleep and we waste and we stroll and we run and we jog and we jump and we say, we say our time is precious and we do not know. The clock strikes the hour, we look, we say. Time is of the essence, what essence I say.
Love is never lost, never lost we say. In our hearts you stay, my country, my family, my brother and my sister. My God, your God, to whom we most pray. Come down from there, she yells at her child, you’ll get hurt she says. She loves, she does, her child, her seed, her only dismay, he goes, he plays and she find him not another day. Another women, another life, maybe death awaits.
Life is but a rainbow, made of stars and life you say. Life is dark and pungent with the smell of wrath and evil and flowers you say? He loves, she loves, life loves the same way. You smile, we smile, the toothless grandpa must be jealous, his gums don’t give what your teeth embellish. You are greedy, you are jealous, what say he who have nothing. Yet he says thank you for what he is given. You selfish bastard, you rot, you die, we will eventually some day? Wish death upon me for being what I am, a human, with feelings and you say you are the same.
Run little man, save what’s left of the day. You are not who I am, you’ll never be the same. Life is but a mystery. Love is but a step away. Time is almost over. Religion is in the eye of the beholder. We are born and then we die. The past happens every day.