Christmas Musings:
WORDS OF THE ADULT
Lost
In the labyrinth of my own
thoughts
writhing in serpentine patterns and
ways
means to meet ends of which
I don't know
anything more than what
they tell me
I know. It's so hard to
stand
on my own two feet, as
is suggested,
as would make me independent and
free
but freedon mas its price, its
responsibility.
Damn I never thought a word could be that
scary
its meaning
of total self-reliance and my own
power
being the thing that drives me on
to succeed
or fail as my skills and perserverence
allow me
or afford me in this viscious cycle of
life
neverending, with its hidden booby
traps
and ways to snare yourself hidden in every
teddy bear
that life sends you, even giftwrapped like
a present,
but it is always multilayered and
complicated
with circumstances hidden whtin its
use
circumstance, another word to make cold
the soul
of one who actually thinks on its true
meaning
and its wole in our livves.
Responsibility
and circumstance are the words of the
adult
experience, wrought as it is by
randomnity
and arbitrary dream-shattering as well as by
dream-makers
and dream achievers who are
hated
by the rest of society since they've
won
the perceived struggle against the
behemoth
of life.
The secret is that they
haven't
Unless they are happy by way of their
own
standards, from whih come the
discrepancy,
the problem, because fromwhom
should
they take advice in what their
standards
should be? Who has the right, the
authority,
to tell you how to live your life, and
to whom
do you owe your duty and from where does
your honor
come? Answer me that, and you are
divine.