The end of one world
Is the beginning of another
Like a child
Slipping from its mother
Life is a journey
Of yearning
We used to live
Now we spend all of our time earning
Earning money
Earning love and affection
Lives lived without direction
Wandering aimlessly
Down paths of unhappiness
Watching and waiting
Waiting for the collapse?
Perhaps
Waiting for something new to begin
Waiting for everything to be right again
Waiting for a future that is always around the next turn
Never realizing
We’ve always lived in the future
The past doesn’t exist beyond our imagination
So, stop living in procrastination
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Comments (4)
Here and now indeed!! 🙌 I’m often in past and future too much. Suddenly I drop the ball and I can’t get back properly to present, which seems to have happened with me the last couple of weeks. Any tips please? Ha! 😄
Well said!
It is a nice point of view. Lol, liked it.
Your poem was such an accurate reflection of our fast-paced world and way of life.