Incline
Life
comes at you no matter you cry, smile or pray
Independent
of thought, action or emotion each day
Spiral
down or rise to strive you want to drive
Unseen
chaotic or random ramble you try not to dive
Does time
come or go; future or past relevancy’s cast?
Only
today exists so attitude is my minds’ insist
Reality
is that the future is now
Cognition
of the instant is constant recognition via volition
Do I
exist and how do I know this is me?
I see I
move, I go where I twist, so all this is reality objectively
Do I call
my name for I can hear it in my mind?
Perhaps
it’s the past ringing, my mother’s voice kind
Emotions
carved in granite through the years by tears
For
happiness requires sadness as death requires life years
At times
when ridiculous, Nature makes that seem superfluous
How
appealing is the feeling, rejecting cognitive dissonance
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