Emptiness
Emptiness
I feel so empty,So unaccomplished
So underperforming
In my life
In this mad race
There’s always someone in front of you
However hard you try
You cannot really win
Someone’s always better
You cannot be the best
My muscle fibers twitch
Not with the pain of overexertion
But with daunting thought about the miles yet un run
I want to stop
I want to rest
But I am afraid
Of being left behind
Of being out run
Of being overrun
But why do I worry
There is already so many in front
Does it make any difference is the 64th drops to 70th?
No my fear does not step from the daunting possibility of falling behind
Its just that, the moment I stop running
The moment my mind runs idle
Without that immediate focus
Of getting a few steps ahead
The futility of my destination
The fickleness of my life
Will dawn upon me
Like a clean steel shopping blade splicing through my frontal lobes
I am afraid that this realization
Would freeze my limbs
And numb my thoughts
Into a perpetual contemplation of nothingness
So I run
To keep the truth at bay
To protect this fragile illusion
That there is a meaning
A reason
A destination
That I strive for
Which my running will take me to
A cool oasis
Where my soul will soar
With an ethereal sense of accomplishment
posted by dewdrop at
11:57 PM
8 Comments:
The start, the path and the goal all be,
Not a twiddle outside your own cup of tea!
For you set the rules, you run the race,
Just too bad if you hurt your knee.
Before jumping out all teeth and claw,
Did you ever think to go with the flow?
When time comes around, just take a plunge,
Play it smart, both fast and slow.
Not a glass half full, nor half darn empty,
Who the fuck drank half my brandy?
On a pedestal, you might see far,
Ain't the ground so too? Now don't be dandy!
We might as well argue hard and deep,
Lie tossing around, no merciful sleep.
If I cried last night, can't I still laugh?
For to make this rhyme, I just say 'bleep'.
By
seekerak, at 3:57 AM
I run my own race
U run u'rs
but what do we run for
did u ever stop to think?
Is it worth it?
Does it matter?
If not
Why do we try?
If we don;t try
what else is left to do?
Now thats my question
If we don;t try
what else is left to do?
By
dewdrop, at 8:59 AM
Some run the race, some simply walk,
To take a break, you should not balk!
More build nice houses by the side,
Tis the journey of life, not a sad demise.
Look to the means, as well as the end,
For none can see beyond the next bend.
The world is better for changing a life,
Even by being a good mans wife!
We try cos our heart says its right,
Each to his own, love makes us fight!
When the dust settles, shall we revert to reason,
For truth is as fickle as a change in season.
A canned answer I can give for a fee,
If it works for you, happy you will be!
In too deep? Might as well weep,
Turn backs to unknown, eat and 'bleep'.
Couldn't resist ;-)
By
seekerak, at 7:27 PM
If none can see beyond the next bend
We are but victims of the moments spent
Trapped in our needs, wants, and desires of the hour
We struggle like insects in the belly of a carnivour flower
Entices by the smell
enthralled by the looks
anticipating the taste of the sweet honey within
we plunge head first
just to realise
its a sticky goo
and we can;t come out
cos we are bound
head, tummy and legs
I don't wanna be trapped
by the tapestries of a carrier
the frills of a "happy" house
and a spaghetti bowl of "relationships"
I don;t want it anymore
I've had enough
Everything is so fake
And I need a break
A perpetual break
To leave it all behind
Not to embrase it in my next life
Or the one after
I just want an end........
an end to this big lie
that we call life
what do i do?
By
dewdrop, at 9:21 PM
No one gets trapped, its their own choice,
The correct term, i believe, is 'settle'.
Its an open field, we are free to choose,
Where our path goes, if we do so decide.
Life is always kind of funny,
You may end up chasing a bunny!
Stay the course, or have a change heart,
'Enjoy the road', isn't that now a cliche?
If better control is what makes us happy,
Whats wrong with wrapping my universe in a nappy?
Small in size, two enarmoured souls,
Perfect little world, no suicidal brawls!
Choose your vice, throw your dice,
When things get boring add a little spice,
Why do you say 'fake' when its all so real,
Or at those sweet moments, even surreal!
By
seekerak, at 3:47 AM
We trod the path
Until our last
but whast the destination?
or is there one?
what is it that we seek?
money, power, fame, knowlege.
Even immortality?
Is that posibble?
to be immortal?
Is that the ultimate achievement?
Do we spread our seeds
in a bid to create an 'avatar'
another reincarnation
of our ideals/ beleifs
and unaccomplished dreams?
Do we try to pour our souls
into anoher human body
with the same label as ours
called the "family name"
in a bid to escape death
Others who realise
the renegade nature
of the human mind
giveup hopes of
creating a clone
and opt to spread their "love"
across a greater span of humanity...
and trot arnd trying to superficially alleviate suffering
or the more egocentric ones
build on their firtunes
invent new gimicks
gadgets and sciences
to make babies pop from tubes
with the perfect hair and cheecks
all in a bid to be reembered?
once they are dead and gone?
or to be cherished and appreciated?
when u are alive?
But what if u end up like our sad friend van gogh?
who died of desperation..
with all his paininting rotting away
only to discover while in heaven (or hell)
that christies and sotherbies are earning quite a handsome buck
with his nifty brush stokes?
How would u feel?
are u willing to make THAT ultimate sacrifice?
give your LIFE for immortality?
By
dewdrop, at 10:09 PM
We all know the final destination
hope tis not eternal damnation!
whats the need for complication
or resort to acts of desperation?
I rather believe in the human soul,
Of selfless love, while being unknown,
Greatest sacrifices, we never hear,
homemade, for children dear.
Its not all about spreading your gene,
Although nature does dictate the game,
We think, we choose, we rise above,
And give up mere personal gain!
Ego is the only real vice,
In this world we reside,
Billions of beings, even more stars,
Grains of sand seem much too wide.
Nothing lasts forever, even a race’s greatest
Just transient bubbles in time’s tempest,
Choose to be happy, or choose to be sad,
Heed others too, now is it so bad?
By
seekerak, at 5:28 AM
hi akka
i read u'r poem. i think it is quite the real thing u have wriiten because there is so much competition in this world that u feel how good u do is not good enough to compete with the rest.
but i think that even though we might not be able to win or suceed in what we are doing we should be happy that we took part and we excepted a challenge in this competitive world.
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Anonymous, at 9:40 AM
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