those who’ve
figured out
that life
is governed
by
chaos theory
say
go with the flow
but
that’s hard
when
the current
becomes
a series
of
waves
crashing into
every boulder
in
the river bed
or
it drops
precipitously
over
a cliff
into
the depths
of
despair
so it seems
having
a philosophical strategy
for
life
is not enough
to
reduce
the pain
life can
inflict
we all have self doubts questioning our value in life and to others questions we can never truly answer for our merit is in the eyes of others who rarely feel a need to express what’s obvious to them and they are certain we see what they see
when all your dreams have vanished in the night how will you wake from the deep sleep of your despair will you offer up a prayer as morning doves warn you of the coming of the new day or will you merely melt into edges of your fears never to rise again
we
so desperately
try not
to see
how time’s passed
we blame
failing eyes
for
the face in the mirror
and
move quickly by
as if
an apparition
has
inhabited
the glass
but
tomorrow’s view
remains the same
just older
seems like
there’s no place
to hide
ah
but
there’s makeup
guaranteed
to make you young
to smooth out
the lines
as if
you’re completely blind
but
you must use
the mirror
Read Between the Minds 