The Oldest trick in the Book

What’s it like,
To follow blindly
Trusting in gravity
Ups and downs.
There’s no need to look
Stop and smell smiles.
Breathing becomes
Just an option,
Take or leave
This task of living.
My cup is full
But my soul is empty
These gadgets and the like
Have spun me
Swinging for a piñata
I can see just fine
It’s my mind that’s blind,
So I ask you,
Have you
Realized this too?


One in the Moment

It seems to me that it has always been lost to me, put into the fleeting future, where nothing ever comes true. Our goals, the very drive of our actions, seek some reward, something which will come soon, but not now. These actions keep us slaves, freedom is another song sung during our monotonous work we call life. What about tomorrow, for it will surly never come, and I will never be satisfied. So it has come down to sundown and it’s a duel between today and tomorrow, the odds are on today but tomorrow is its best friend. Its this dilemma that rips my chest open, imploding from the inside. However, I would rather have mere physical pain than this psychological wrecking ball, constantly tearing my thoughts from being able to sit quietly in the present. These demands, these people they don’t know what they’ve got. Its all right here, and to continue like this, to spend life avoiding death, is to just spend life…nothing more. It is never to live, except chemically and legally, because all our memories for something more that what we could ever have. All we do have, all we can have and all that we will ever have is this moment, this very breath that you take and all the tastes in your mouth and the smells in the air. The beauty you see now is all you ever need, and death is something that just happens, naturally, when we become one in the moment.