No wasted moments.
Overwhelmed with things to do and I’m doing nothing.
Will one word coming forth be remembered?
Will one thought be of any consequence?
What is the depth of my futility?
Where does an idea disappear and go to lack fruition?
Will my legacy be of thin threads and moth-eaten ne’er-do-well, unfulfilled ambition?
How can the stabbing voices be silenced?
Overcome with insights I flee seeking false freedom.
Orgasmic delights give brief relief.
Fantastic imaginings vivid and real.
When does one let go of creeping memories?
By a hammer molten of sheer desire, tides will change.
Befall on me mocking taunts but I will strain against you.
Though you throw brimstone, Fates of anguish, my gratefulness will prevail.
Why do the thorns not cease in their assault?
Minutes measured mingle minute minature missions.
Fingers finding fierce fanciful fringes.
Growing, gaining, galloping gross gathering.
Please extend useful meaning to soothe blank souls searching for substance.
We are grinding to find, to shape, to form into a more productive trance.
Laugh at death.
Laugh at mocking.
Laugh at failure.
Grin at them teaching strength and building character.
Embracing pain to see it’s lessons.
Plans go amiss and destruction is sure.
We will take the beating and come back with a cure.
There be in darkest shade hope and love brewing.
Let us dip in the muck of our down and discover.
Dawn of our happiness, spirits, and souls refreshed.
Riding on new waves of light, we will recover.
Overwhelmed with things to do and taking on more with a smile.
Leaving your comfort zone of present productivity and striving for new heights can be scary but very rewarding. I’m learning this every day. Learning never needs to end.
Grow and live. Be a breath of life. Grasp emptiness(a child’s heart) and be refilled every moment you can.