epilogue (the ramblings of a fool [mixed metaphors])
we are all planets, circling the same sun, never crossing paths
we pass and murmur insignificant 'hellos' that never carry through the vacuum of space
maybe if we're lucky (?) we play a role in someone else's life
we play the boyfriend,
the mentor,
the child,
the best-friend,
the hero, or
the villian,
in grotesque and tawdry vaudevillian attire, with
karma painted like stage makeup all over our faces,
we prance and bow and curtsy to get what we want.
is the saint greater than the sinner? or is he
just another addict, hooked on social reinforcement and positive self-image?
it seems my whole life
is an attempt to filter from the boggy mess of emotions in my chest
some semblance of coherency ...
its just business i suppose,
mutual co-operative benefit,
a pact, your end of the bargain and mine
the paradoxical marriage of selflessness and self-interest
(does either one even exist anyway?)
we pass and murmur insignificant 'hellos' that never carry through the vacuum of space
maybe if we're lucky (?) we play a role in someone else's life
we play the boyfriend,
the mentor,
the child,
the best-friend,
the hero, or
the villian,
in grotesque and tawdry vaudevillian attire, with
karma painted like stage makeup all over our faces,
we prance and bow and curtsy to get what we want.
is the saint greater than the sinner? or is he
just another addict, hooked on social reinforcement and positive self-image?
it seems my whole life
is an attempt to filter from the boggy mess of emotions in my chest
some semblance of coherency ...
its just business i suppose,
mutual co-operative benefit,
a pact, your end of the bargain and mine
the paradoxical marriage of selflessness and self-interest
(does either one even exist anyway?)