movin’ right along
Thinking a lot about how the greatest pain
forges you like a steel blade
how broken bones heal back stronger
so we cannot have one without the other
The same force that turns mountains to sand
kickstarts the life inside you
stretches it like a rubber band
and pulls it through some kind of listless maze
Circles and cycles
grass growing and dying
inside you is fire
and it burns everything
But I think we are sick
of cliched advertising
and being sold on
what we "are"
I think everyone knows that behind pain is purpose
and that we all have purpose whether we know it or not
it's simply the difference between doing and being,
to have free will is to be without sin.
It's all very tiresome
so we cope and continue
and rationalize with millions of words
in millions of ways, what anything means
So many what if's and wishes
and waiting to see's
and hoping for something
that might never be
Histories and once-upon-
a-time stories fables and lessons
outrageous confessions, suspense, accusations
sex and violence
movies and songs
false actualizations
with finite durations
that have limitations
and seem effortless
-life-
it seems like someone
shoved a key in a lock and turned it too hard
and hit something that hurt and contacts childhood
some longing, painful, unsatisfied thing
that sits just behind your eyes screaming
taking it in and moving and working
and laughing and crying and all the time "trying"
and feeling defensive, so often pensive or
excessively aggressive and obsessed with perfection
afraid knowing that death is the end of the sentence
that we barely have any sense of,
and so with apprehension
we move forward and question the method by which
our lives were created to gain some control and cultivate patience
in order to work and just barely make, it all the while
comparing ourselves to each other not knowing that
we're all the same