We move with time
Without knowing how to stop
How could anyone ‘ever’ feel in control
When we know how powerless we really are
At the forces that push us forward
There’s nobody there to help us land when we jump
The ground pulled from under our feet
Because time keeps moving.
Are you afraid to get left behind?
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slow down
there’s no sense in rushing
there’s nothing to rush for
other than dying
I am old
in my head
I’m old.
I like old things
things before my time
simple things
before
I have
any claim
on
nostalgia
I don’t complain about the new
I complain about what it does to me
I’m just a monkey head
with imagination
They say what’s healthy
but they don’t know.
Eat right, eat less.
Don’t have too much
of one thing
that’s what I go by.
They don’t know
they try to know
I’m not their guinea pig.
Sometimes they know
and they lie
they are the biggest scum
for money
I feel well
because I think well
and I live well, well enough
for someone that’s figuring it out.
And even if I’m wrong
I’m not afraid of death
We go on and on and on…
until we come back to the beginning
and we start over, on and on and on
I don’t know which lap this is
but I learn
to listen
Parents know best, we all know this, for they have lived their lives, they know the mistakes and how to avoid them. So did their parents and their parents-parents. How could any child be so irresponsible to not cherish the wisdom and the path their parents had set for them?
Why would anyone set out on a difficult journey to find a truth that had already been found? To seek that which have already been sought and discovered a thousand times over? Perhaps this time, the answer will be different? Perhaps I am special and my path is set elsewhere, were glory and wealth can be found!
Why would anyone seek such a goal when happiness is easily attained, already provided for you? For happiness is bliss! Not knowing that which you could have – not knowing what others have.
Are you willing to poison your mind for this quest where the ultimate end will be your downfall? Your distraught?!
Your happiness will fade and you’ll return home, knowing that you did not stack up to the world – that your parents path is all you can hope for.
And when you have children, will you tell them the truth? Of what you’d wished you had done? Or do you keep silent and hope that the next generation will reach that which you never obtained?
© Christopher Stamfors
Where am I heading,
is a question often unseen
The future is now
And only a fool would attempt,
to glean further than we perceive
Yet we must try,
at the hands of the judger
For nothing is more important
Than the approval,
of the faith one muster
© Christopher Stamfors
All walks of life,
Has different roads to take
One may go with the other
And the other might go away
© Christopher Stamfors
Life is often easier than it seem
Restrictions bound by minds
Who knows naught
The rules in which we see
If you’ve read my last poem, Boundless mind, this might make more sense to you.
As the mind is boundless,
And anything can become real,
Where do we draw the line between fantasy and reality?
Things that exists in one person’s head might be fantasy to another
But sometimes, fantasy becomes reality
When enough people believe in it.
Reality today is what we can see, touch and smell
And most of all, measure.
Yet, things cease to exist when we no longer believe it,
no longer fear it,
No longer feel it.
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