Spending time in the physical,
Someone is bound to get bored.
See a child riding a bicycle,
Grown men playing shuffleboard.
Highways, airports, expensive arts,
A world of cars and garages.
Countless names for infinite parts,
Connected as intertwined collages.
Salt and pepper and ketchup bottles,
Security guards on midnight patrol.
Ignition keys, headlights and throttles,
Separated, yet parts of the whole.
Bottle of wine, makes you feel fine,
Wake up in the morning hungover.
Drive to work and stop at a sign,
No time to stop, and think it over.
Anyway, what more can I say?
Who tries to understand it now?
Anyone saying a prayer to pray
For answers to why and how?
Sometimes I wonder, and I wonder,
Shake it up and wonder some more.
I feel rain and hear the thunder,
Cold and wet, knocking on the door.
Blackbird in a leafless tree,
Pondering everything below.
Can anyone see more than he?
He glides on wind that blows.
If I died some years ago,
My soul was ready, it did seem,
But if today I was to go,
I would be unaware of life’s scheme.
Once I was sure I knew happiness,
As it grew stronger and stronger,
But now am sure of less and less.
I seem to be growing no longer.
Depression comes in the wake of ascension
Of a rising soul in its yearning.
Testing its strength in the human tension,
Trying the validity of its learning.
Many thoughts return from the past,
Reliving the gamut of pain.
The taste of heaven does not last,
Only confusion does remain.
If search for truth be eternal,
The truth is not to be found.
The search itself is infernal;
Nothing in life is profound.
The newspaper and television news,
Make you happy or create the blues.
A baby fell into a well yesterday,
She was saved and okay, they say.
There are babies starving far away,
Accidents happening every day.
Emotions are greatly stimulated.
Events on a screen are simulated.
The media creates hate or love
For people personally known not of.
Illusions to fill our time and space,
To quietly keep us in our place.