Ennui
More frantic than ever - is it to hide?
Could you sit face to face, gazing at truth?
Some gear must be siezed up, deep down inside.
The ghost-life you live is your purest proof.
Do something - anything! - ev'ry second.
Too busy! Too booked! Too bad - you can't think.
Alas ... ecstasy! Distraction beckoned -
So you drift ... and you drift ... until you sink.
Behold - see the offer - such modest price!
Happiness hangs like a Tantalan fruit.
Speak the word and receive - that shall suffice -
lift hands from the soil - they've started to root.
Life built for your pleasure - still all you see -
is a mindless routine - oh, woe is me!
19 May 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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