It's so hard sometimes to hear your own voice amid the multitude of voices vying for your attention. There is a religion, philosophy, doctrine, ideas, or thought process for anything you want to do. Yet, can you find your own? To independent and creative, drawing from within and bringing it forth, that is very difficult indeed. This is a poem about turning off the other voices and distractions. Step one is silence. Click "Read more" to check this one out.
So many ideas the masses follow
But I find them all hard to swallow
For my sickness there is no cure
Life's terminal and only death's for sure
Yet, it can be no other way
Die tomorrow or die today
For the limits of our mind
Can't conceive life beyond our time
Do I live for heaven tomorrow
While dying today in sorrow?
Or close my gaze to find Nirvana?
Or spend Sundays singing Hosana?
Is this Jesus' Christianity?
Or just man's empty vanity?
In our fancy dresses and suit,
Classy hat. Boy! We looking cute
I think if only I could escape
Silence all voices on the record tape
Of my mind, go get lost in time,
Suspended between space and time
See I've been there before
And chose the other door
No regrets, but Destiny's still calling
To live in the NOW and stop my stalling
It's life or death. No more ideas.
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