Saturday, July 17, 2004
Spending so long planning
where you’re standing,
you forget the reasons why it
is you came here;
worse still, infection of the dreaded
turns your thoughts to all the things
you cannot leave behind:
it’s the money, it’s the show, it’s all
the things you’ve collected
from the corners of your little world
and you can’t let them go.
Yet what is it that you came for?
That something special
you always had to believe in, that
reason it is you came here…
could you really be so ill you’ve forgotten
the touch of love?
Friday, July 16, 2004
We should have intuited that change is best not be
avoided when it comes to call, crashing on us unsuspecting.
It’s only our normalcy, the complacency of our warmth
that steers us away into our regulatory corners.
So there’s nothing wrong then to be woken from
our catatonic slumber, our onanistic embrace,
to face the new dynamic world asunder…
Or so they say, or would like to say, I don’t know,
except that I’m restless if I stay too long, feels as if
I’m being left behind by the whole human race,
wherever they are heading.
If change is good, why do people die only a few miles
from where they first entered life, or fail to open their
windows on a sunny day, I don’t know…