Plea
Alive
But not living
Performing routines
Day in day out
Automata
.
Rat race runner
Drudge and grind
Disposable replaceable
What
Is
The
Point
?
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8 comments:
Mickle. you sound even more depressed than usual.
To quote Radiohead;
I'm not living, I'm just killing time.
Stu
even this is secondhand :(
not writing, just rehashing.
oh, and there's no c in mikle
guess i should call it a day
Inc., as always I value the honesty in your poems. It is so de rigour to mask the emptiness/meaninglessness with hedonism and other forms of denial. With you, the raw truth. Thank you. Genuine joy (what an unlikely word for contemporary lips) in relationship imbues even the most mundane and tedious task with hope. You already know what I might suggest as the ultimate relationship … and in it a rejection of the poverty of spirit you tell.
Most of us live like that .. those lines reveal resonant truths about common human condition .. lovely ..
Selling my soul isn't an option Ish.
Though as always I appreciate your concern :)
It's odd, I was mentally on a high when writing this.
Happy with my lot in life.
strange how it all works...
don't any of you say mysterious ways!
grrr
:)
Don't ever sell your soul. :-)
the point is love
(and cheese)
;0p
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