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Sep 21, 2005 10:58

Slumped against the wall cigarette in one hand pencil in the other. Another average morning birds, a few clouds and that cool breeze that only manifests in the shadows.
It was our destiny to become so dull, blundering forward we've fallen into mediocrity and apathy keeps us down. In contrast to the past were conflict bloomed and people cried out for change, and now with he birth of each new generations the questions get pushed further and further away, the answers? dead. I've got no point for you and you've got none for me, all we have and all that is left is to survive another day. As time slides away I realize my last hope is that maybe just maybe today will be my last.
Drastic I know but really were things ever so different, has change and evolution always taken so long and will we ever change? Such a fool was I to think that with the power of logic and reason we could craft something great but instead the easy tried and test ignorant path is lead and followed each and every time.
It seems our curse to go on blundering into the future. The curse of life leaves us fickle and contained. Taking more and more we grow as a single entity of life on earth. A wise man once said "You never get anything for free" so how much have we borrowed and how much have we spent.
In a world without purpose we make our own. Once again we grow closer to the fatal misunderstanding that will be our last as the great and powerful civilizations of humanity. I pray for that day for on that day our curse will be come our greatest asset and we will be given the chance to start again and maybe for once manage and use the one resource we can call our own; ourselves.
For too long we have filled our streets to drive up demand and create supply. To create balance is our quest. To bring logic and reason to what nature would have as our undoing. The most important thing in the world is the one thing with the least control, it’s the only thing that we are each accountable for; our education.
Understanding sets us free. In hope I strive for the day I will be free from this purgatory, but in vein are my efforts as a tiny percent of this old and tired work horse. Life will hold me down and life will make me hurt. In death we will find the answers in death we will be free, in life we will be abused in life we will be reused.

-Rick
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