And We Re Off With a Bang
For I myself,
I sit and watch and wait
as if time were transcendental
as though I can make life’s
moments move
FAST
or s l o w.
As if some preconceived and instructive checklist
were handed to me.
I watch now,
as the world goes round,
heeding THIS man’s deference
to
THAT man’s song.
The string,
which binds all to this planet,
ever present
and equidistant
between the generations
of all who have gone before.
Does our voyeurs perception
cast an untenable perspective?
Thrusting those
measured and metered days
into chaos.
Can one persevere,
and succeed
IF Schrodingers cat
is both
ALIVE and DEAD ?
Has that tree really fallen in the forest,
IF no one observed it’s final decay
as it falls
and thuds
with mediocrity
to the ground, to take note ?
Are WE star dust blown cautiously by the wind ?
Or
Are WE in an ever repeating cyclical cycle of
BIRTH
LIFE
DEATH
RINSE and REPEAT ?
A soul of blood, flesh, tears, happiness and pain,
on a journey from nothingness
and back again.
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