sitting unheard
in
the shadows
of
life
are
the old dreamers
dreamers
who had
such
wonderful plans
as they
set out
on
life’s journey
only
to end up
barely visible
in
the shadows
of
existence
with
their dreams
scattered
like
litter
around
their useless feet
useless
since
they have no time
left
to travel
the promise
of
death
anchors them
to
retirement home hallways
or
their
artificially
cheerful cells
decorated
with
life fragments
a time
when
they weren’t
in
this purgatory
this
transitional place
that
offers
drive-by-visitors
family members
who’ve
forgotten
that
beinghood
is more than
safety
it’s a warm embrace
and
seeing daily
the faces
of
those you love
but
convenience
becomes
the watch word
and so
souls become
forgotten
grows colder each day whether it’s summer or fall for death moves closer so we ask more life questions seeking to add some meaning to rituals we’ve followed
what happens to us when our life’s purpose is lost do we continue to hold fast to old beliefs there’s a reason things happen or are there questions first time questions about fate the fairness of life why the innocent suffer is there truly god’s mercy none are answerable nor would the answers change life just one’s perspective and future expectations where the purpose of life’s lost
dawn lying in bed the same questions about life flood into the mind was this existence wasted what are the whys of this life perhaps there are none just life
step right up
and
pick
your god
we’ve got some
with
formal names
like
christ
mohammed
buddha
jethro
just
to name a few
but
there are
a lot more
for you
to
choose from
you might want
to
invest your existence
on
capitalism
communism
nationalism
or
just plain old
narcissism
keep in mind
that
some
come with
an extended warranty
for
everlasting life
while others
offer
return tickets
from
behind the veil
of
death
however
the ftc
has not
validated any of these claims
so buyer beware
also
please note
that
the god selection process
may not
provide you
with
a rational explanation
for
an irrational existence
like a child staring out the back window of their parent’s car we pine for what was as if it were really as wonderful as we imagine we forget the arguments and incidences that ended with our early depature declaring that we’ll never return to this god forsaken place or talk to this persona of satan ever again yet when we are isolated from reality we embellish the few morsels of joy we had creating a fictionalized historical event probably as truthful as most history where the good guys always win and the damsel in distress is a kung fu master seems we’re always looking for the rationale for events how do they fit into the plan and purpose of life well this might surprise you but there is no real purpose nothing’s been ordained your empty minutes and hours are controlled by no god or saint it’s you staring out the back window instead of looking at where you’re driving to
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