Drifting to sleep awake in my sit
Awake enough to know this is not what I seek
Contagious boredom, corroding my mind
Wondering out loud whether this life is mine
Maslow’s hierarchy of needs come to mind
Self actualization a bit harder to find
The climb seems so arduous, defeating at times
Life with out challenge is not life at all
We strive and press on to make it sublime
Living torpid, life drifting by
Struggling to hold what’s rightfully mine
Searching in darkness, hoping for light
Aware that it’s fear that has darkened my sight
Drift out of sleep, wake in this sit
Awake and pursue what you seek
Scrape off the rust and jump start your mind
Scream out loudly, I will make this life mine
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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