Saturday, January 14, 2023

The Cycle

 Born, live, school, sort of live, work, work some more, change jobs, work again, eventually die.

Poem for the day.

Connections are fluid

melding between people like water around rocks.

We are different with animals.

We say we're just like them, but we aren't, are we?

We're the smarter, uglier versions

Upgraded with lots of bugs in the system

It wasn't broke. 

Why did we fix it?

How is it better to be what we are now;

Slaving and working and struggling

Limitations invisible and all-consuming

Dreams just dreams and mostly unattainable.

Why can't we be like Dogs?

Curled and comfortable,

loving without reason or expectation

Simple kindnesses appreciated

With no agendas or machinations past a good meal and a kiss.


I don't like it here.

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