Blessed with
illusions
or blatantly choosing
to lose
ourselves
in the substance
of a world
we’re abusing
we continue to
move,
to sway,
in tune with what
or with who
or because of
a drive
or a reason,
just simple conditioning,
predetermined
or an inner mission
– writing our own
destiny, each step for
a goal
or a vision,
a simple idea of
success, resting in
happiness
or the blessing of
contentment –
more than anything that
can be given
or taken,
what is the intangible
meaning that
is always forsaken
when wrapped
in the stress
of the
I-forgot-why-I’m-moving
confusion?

 

I have my own answer.  What is yours?

 

Written for Dungeon Prompts: Settling for Less

Featured image via http://www.wall.alphacoders.com

14 Comments

  1. I really enjoyed that song…wish I could hold a tune, let alone play guitar…your poem speaks Sreejit…I read it before listening to the video and I could hear you speak rapidly like a former video you did that I enjoyed…when I am turning in circles is when I seek refuge…as I age I withdraw more to be with me and my sanity.

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  2. The song and music and your singing are all exceptionally wonderful! Presentation took me back over 50 years. Nice to know I’m not alone on the confusion thing:)

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  3. The poem is so evocative of my reason – that is, there is no reason – it is chaos, but a sleigh ride of infinite enjoyment. Your words seem to carry that motion, that headlong rush: ‘we hardly saw the crossroads, and small attention gave to the landmarks of the journey from the cradle to the grave’. I love life!

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