There is a silent destination
In the order that is life,
Where all of your frustrations
Flow from all too human strife.
Where plans last till the ink dries,
Yet always end the same.
Where years on years of hard work
Become the never ending game.
And so I have to ask,
How is one to win?
When men and mice on wheels aboard
On good 'ol Chronous' wheel?
1 comments:
The destination has been set and we know it and we have mapped it already however, we don't pay attention.
Since the frustration is the source or all our evils why don’t' we listen and look inside ourselves and reach to find the light
Procrastination is the catalyst that makes the ink dry... we don't take advantage of the momentum we let time pass and we have to start where we begun our journey.
Is it hard work? Is it unfinished business? It is the game of life and we knew that since we started spinning the wheel of dreams. We have to push harder, up-hill till we reach an undefined summit
The mice or men will push again by finding how escape the maze of life and see the light and win the precious time, life, love and dreams even as we scream.
In the end, the journey, the dream the fantasy will be there, hiding behind the mist, we must listen and look closer for the house, the pond, the tree and the light. Then joy will guide us through the fog of uncertainty to the happiness of our love ones... every time, every day, through our lives
DJ.
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