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Hollowed Out 'Til Gone
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Old Unrefined Material Exceptional operational skills,
Mechanical wonder to be moving,
In this husk of existence,
Gone from the inside out!
Could I rationalize,
Could I concieve,
Known that this,
Would have been the result?
The same worn out faces,
The world going on,
Routine, circles,
Same old, travelled, weathered days.
Feels like losing the soul,
Freedom of being a child,
The ability to express and feel--
Love, to all measures, everywhere.
And it hollows us out,
And it keeps draining me,
And it just continues,
Each day passing on.
The earth circles the sun.
Or was it the other way around?
No more imagination,
No more unrealistic views,
No more unrational behavior.
Emotions is for the insane!
It seems that defines it,
The situation and characteristics,
The way it must move,
By the hand of "adult".
Could it be that this is how,
This is what it will be,
Could it be,
The end of the story?
Destroy that image!
False sense of stability,
Chase the dream,
Of joy.
I'll just wait for your return.
To the laughs.
To the smiles.
To the jumping, hugging,
To what we feel as great.
SIMPLISTIC!
Extraordinary
Infinite
Incomplete
Thoughts, that continue, forever.
To the possibilities,
To what we could be,
To what we want to be,
And this is what I proclaim.
No more! Throw away the husk.
The dull existence,
To work, to sleep,
To eat and continue.
Let us venture
To the world
Of dreams
To where music flows
And imagination is free
Ourselves endless
And forever seeing a future.
Wise
in the sense of what others dictate as supposed to be wearing you too thin; defining what is organized and foundation for the future that is good, is worth the scooping out, if the cause is righteous and doable and somethig is built that is worthy - real work, real objectives, real results (supposedly). ~ :D