our time empties out there are small perforations in our existence that go unnoticed as we move through our daily routines excused away by us all until it’s too late that’s the point when we reflect upon life’s meaning and the arrival of death as it moves ever closer consuming all our dreams we rationalize that we have had a good life questions still remain what about that afterlife will there really be judgement eyes close praying for sunrise
what seems important
in your daily life’s routine
isn’t always shared
as being that critical
nature seems to ignore you
because you’re just part of life
staring
at
the bottom line
a developing
life
pauses
followed
by
the
usual questions
regarding
purposes
paths taken
and
numerous scenarios
of
what
“ifs”
none
serving
any real purpose
just
a
preprogrammed
academic exercise
like following
a clearly marked path
to
the edge
of
a cliff
generally life is quite routine occupation consumes most of the day in one form or another and although our exterior demeanor appears the same we are quite different on the inside but because there’s a certain expectation from society about our appearance and behaviors we maintain a specific posture you might say it’s chiseled into us sorry for that lapse into demonic humor any way as i was saying life is down right boring hanging out in cities with an occasional gig at a village church things just seem to go on forever then you begin to realize that acid rain and other environmental hazards those damn pigeons don’t help matters are beginning to eat away at you you begin to realize that such things are creating a terminal condition existence is not infinite you are as we say turning human
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