Life happens
this very moment, in lightless living rooms
under dewy birches, curled paws and unassuming honesties
over ashen hills, dusty alleyways and postmen's desks
through desolate sandcastles
It never pauses
unlike
lines in poems
or daylight on windows, or witches in fables
or calendars on festivals, or things in the fridge
or fire on matchsticks, or reason around religion
or boredom at schoolbells
or me, or you
or this malaise we so passionately endure,
the unfailing burden of being young.
this very moment, in lightless living rooms
under dewy birches, curled paws and unassuming honesties
over ashen hills, dusty alleyways and postmen's desks
through desolate sandcastles
It never pauses
unlike
lines in poems
or daylight on windows, or witches in fables
or calendars on festivals, or things in the fridge
or fire on matchsticks, or reason around religion
or boredom at schoolbells
or me, or you
or this malaise we so passionately endure,
the unfailing burden of being young.
2 comments:
wonderful
I was entering the campus a little while ago when i saw a blind gentleman trying to make his way from the gate to the bank. I walked slowly behind him, unsure if i should offer to take him to his destination.Was still brooding over what should i have done when i read 'Zeitgeist'. Very uplifting it is. But it also made me wonder that though life would never cease to be even when we don't feature in it, it still manifests differently for different people. can that be a cause of 'malaise' in the young?
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