trade in the childhood memories for the job now
let there be no objections and no sound
the time is ripe to go now
the curtain will be closing soon, fade out.
take a bow, soak in the applause
kiss your goodbyes to the soap opera
the phase of your life was long but now it is time to move on
it is hard to go on but there is no option
our lives operate beyond logic and our notions.
it throws a curve-ball, time for the curtain call
25 to life: time to go on.
so long? we are at the edge of the screen
pierce through, no screams.
we were the truman show
we were the reality that was shallow
broadcasted on screens and reels
faux smiling in front of christmas trees
alone with people, whole together
contradictions and convictions.
atheism and religions.
peace and violence
love and murder
how do we not surrender?
go down on our shields
we are the souls
we are the machines
striving for reason
living on extremes
chasing ourselves
chasing our dreams
lean on me, i will lean on you
scream for me, i will scream for you
love me tonight, i will love you forever
apart a part; whole together.
lets climb that ladder that society considers a parameter of success and status
we know it is not worthy, but we do not know better
than to climb on the hamster wheel and grind our youth away
maybe, then people around us will stay?
but they don’t, and in their lives we don’t
it is a contradiction and additction
it is a poem and a swan song
it is romance and chaos
it is random and layered
it is deep and shallow
it is today and tomorrow
words from a baby’s lips
tears in an old man’s eyes
the fist of the successful man
the pain in a woman’s smile
what am i? what is this life?
what are you? why do you lie?
why do you fade away? why do you survive?
what are her eyes? why do i find religion in them?
why do i curse god? why do i stay in them?
the answer is the question,
the journey is the pursuit
the destination is unknown
and we will go on.
beyond right and wrong
there is a field
i live on that ranch
cooking my chickens
raising my farm
rearing sheep and training dogs
riding horses, and making my own cigars
making babies and shooting guns
kissing her and having fun
do you see me there? i do.
that is the dream, that is my pursuit.
find me there, i contain multitudes
it is the answer, it is the song
it is the awakening, it is my known
it is my many, where i am one
it is my kingdom, come.
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