A short poem entitled Losing Life. No matter the actions taken, we cannot escape the inevitable.
With every breath, I lose life;
With every step, I lose life;
With every moment that passes, I lose life,
Because, as time moves on, we lose life
And move closer to death; at death, we lose life,
And, in the end, life is always taken.
With everything that is currently happening, I can only imagine where the rest of life will take us.
Given the state of all
That occurs at the moment,
I can’t help but wonder
If we live in a hollow
World, living hollow lives.
Getting to fly, you get to escape many of the things that trouble us. We get to escape the horrors that are occurring in our lives. By being in the sky, we can attempt to forget the what is going on beneath us.
In The Sky
High in the clouds,
Where only blue and white
Exist during the light of day,
Where birds fly by my side,
I leave behind the horrors
Of the solid earth;
I hear no sounds
Of the terrors I have left.
High in the clouds,
I hear no sounds.
Sometimes I wish I could just fly away. Away from all of the sounds and the horrors that this world holds. So little light exists, the black is never ending. Up in the sky, I can ignore the black and see blue and white and beautiful light.
Lost and forgotten
Sat the caged bird.
Despite being in a protective space, a cage can have adverse effects on people. Being stuck in a cage, real or imaginary, can sometimes break a person, down to the point of depression. There are times when solitude brings enlightenment, but being lost and forgotten does nothing but make you feel lost.
Often times the paved road is not the safest way. A paved road cannot record a history, for nothing can be recorded on the artificial ground. Sometimes the gravel, dirt road, with little light, will provide the safest passage.
It is time to start something new in a place where nothing is new.
Once the movement begins, nothing will stop the growth.