I have some words I would like to construct/ to share. Perhaps in the future I will take them and re-arrange them or even destroy them but like all things we create, I don't believe you can fade the process of learning. Hell, maybe I'm wrong. Often it's insightful to admit your ability to be wrong. With vanity and ego so accustomed to persona every emperor should take a break to play the fool. Every queen ought to walk barefoot and even if the world seems opposite, which it so easily often does, each moment of freely living is only experienced when you do not keep your eye on time.
Starting off: The serious
"Don't take yourself too seriously"
"I couldn't if I tried, I couldn't if I tried"
"Don't take yourself to Sirius, Lee"
"But I'm already on the ride."
We live in what we think of as a world and within it there are belief systems which distract and divide us. We bury so deep within these beliefs and self-assurances that scarcities and fears develop, the fears of survival and the dependency on those scarcities we create. The love and fun or experience and curiosities get shaken on out from the moment a child becomes an adult and they are ushered into picking one of the many feeble belief systems to say goodbye to adventure and fun.
And for those who wish to continue onward with new ideas or to build a new reality they are told they are wrong, because the expansion of curiosity will ruin scarcity and crumble locked mindsets. They will be told to deal with it or be put in mental institutions or be homeless and unsuccessful, backstabbed or marginalized. Troubles and dependency further enrich the dominance of the fragile but conquering world of struggle we have built up and accepted and the chance to break free has become threatening because after so long of suffering and having tied wings we are not used to choice, or power, or adventure and fun.
The cyclical trap of pre-expectation has disabled new opportunity and manufactured selfishness and materialism. Younger and younger is the age in which a child is pushed off the plank of imagination into a sea where they are told to no longer imagine and then they can learn the meaning of sacrifice and underachievement or logo and internal trauma. And then the world in whole becomes an institution.
Somehow we still dream, we strive on escapism, and in our dream we recreate our wishes and childhood. We conjure up a second world that if only we had the courage and integrity of self and spirit then we could live ourselves out as more than lucid dreaming or wishful daydreaming in which we cling. Soon we will wake, from the reversal, the confusion and we will understand the magic of our logic, and learn to use it for better ways. Time will not be spent. Nor time or spending will matter. No waiting or sacrifice, or even any need to scarcely examine the world we believe. Actually, no.. Not soon, make it now.
Middle: The bitter sardonic:It's some day, not sun's day, I'm not keeping track
and I don't need to hear about your success stories.
I'm broke, but I'm fine, I'm bitter, Like wine
and I don't need to hear about your success stories.
How are you doing? Oh, You're great??
Well that's just what I needed to hear.
Humble crimson stains on your easy chair.
Your eyelids move but your eyes just glare.
When I look inside it's like nobody's there
Never to ask or invent any worries
I don't need to hear about your success stories.Closing: Three:Sleep deprived slogans
1) "Is today a good day to be alive?"
"Nah, You'll probably have to wait until tomorrow."
2)She's sorry, the number can't be completed as dialed... But I don't think she's really sorry.
3)Items are often artificially flavored to taste naturally.
