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Alexander Moller Poem
This world we live in, is like a galaxy of its own
So big and ambiguous, I'm frequently alone.
Intrigue and mystery are things of the past
Thoughts of the future leave me truly aghast.
It's dog eats dog, each man for his own
Overlooking eachother whilst envisioning a throne.
Love and Affection are buried side by side
And reigning the earth are Mr Greed and Conceit- his bride.
Family values are slowly dissolving like snow
Commandment number 5 has reached an all time low.
Masks of benevolence are used to disguise intent
With only one motivation- to individually ascent.
Belief is illogical, magic no longer exists
For if it is unexplained, it is not on the list.
I tremble at the thought of replacing love for goods
It makes no sense to trade diamonds for wood.
My question to ask is when will this stop?
Will we lose control and fall from the top?
Will we self destruct and regret it all?
After all, the higher you climb the longer you fall.
As a humble proletarian, an answer I do not have
The answer you are seeking, cannot be found in a lab.
In such a predicament, creativity reigns supreme
Mere generosity and selflessness are not quite the theme.
For the answer, you will have to look deep in your heart
In a realm where logic and intellect do not play a part.
You must fear the future, you must appreciate the past
It all starts with the present, your contribution is vast.
Copyright © Alexander Moller | Year Posted 2015
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Alexander Moller Poem
What should I do?
Should I give up my dream?
Should I follow the stream?
Should I become less extreme?
What should I do?
Should I grow old and die?
Should I remember and cry?
Should I please and comply?
No really, what would you do?
If your dream was your bond
And there was nothing beyond
That untouched magical pond
Who should I be?
Should I be just like you?
Should I spit before I chew?
Should I blend with the crew?
What should I do?
Should I just wait for the end?
Should I just wait and pretend?
Should I just wait to descend?
What should I do?
Should I hang my head in shame?
Should I just be another name?
Should I start playing the game?
No really, what would you do?
If you were trying so hard to proceed
While the masses urge you to concede
And succumb to their lifeless creed.
Who should I be?
The office worker in a booth?
The man who preaches the truth?
The slave who forgot his youth?
What should I do?
Should I jump to step zero point four?
Should I wed a woman I abhor?
Should others’ concerns be my core?
What should I do?
Should I hang up my boots?
Should I buy expensive suits?
Should I forget my grassroots?
No really, what would you do?
If you had a brilliant plan
But you were the only man
An outcast in a mundane clan
Who should I be?
Everyone’s best friend?
Without a cause to defend?
Nor a stubborn soul to offend?
What should I do?
I should not look back
I should step off track
I should go forth and attack
What should I do?
I should lead you to the unkown
I should shatter my comfort zone
I should do it all alone
No really, what would you do?
Would you think for yourself?
Would you overlook wealth?
Would you achieve with stealth?
Who should I be?
Not the man who resigned
Not the man who was unkind
But instead, the man whom life, redefined.
Copyright © Alexander Moller | Year Posted 2015
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Alexander Moller Poem
I can see the destination, I can feel the path
I can hear others rejoicing, with a constant laugh.
Quitting seems logical in abating the distress
For I could follow a safer path, nevertheless.
Yet some force within me, commands me to propel
To endure what seems like an eternity in hell.
Times are unstable, no clear paths are in sight
Perpetually reminding myself- the future is bright.
Equipped with minimal resources and no silver or gold
Searching for heat, whilst journeying in the cold.
Expecting lady luck to show her pretty face
With nothing but a smile and a warm, loving embrace.
The path is thorny and muddy, uncomfortable at best
Yet I continue to march, like a man who is possessed.
Ostensibly effortless, with shortcuts left and right
To either embrace the pain or succumb to delight
The smell of comfort penetrates the walls of change
My body weakens, yet I resist the exchange.
I can taste my last handful of left over crumbs
It is now or never. Here it comes.
I have reached the destination, there is now a smoother path
I do not rejoice, with a constant laugh.
An unexpected tear escapes my tired eye
I collapse with exhaustion and begin to cry.
Copyright © Alexander Moller | Year Posted 2015
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