Month: January 2021

The world is heavy.

In reality, and in perception.
I’ve let it overwhelm me every day with its undeniable weight.

Ahead of me are massive objects. They block the path;
Things I do not wish to contemplate,
And realities I struggle to subvert.

Growing older now, life brings less levity,
Less immediate and infectious joy.
I trade resources and time to buy back those feelings,
The sensations of true freedom.

Mental freedom, now, is at a premium.
Warped with money and lust,
The present tense became purposeless a long time ago.
The weft of my life is made of materialism.
But sometimes sunlight.

The patterns I live are never pure.
From time to time there is clarity, however,
And I find that my ability to marvel,
Is not entirely lost.

He introduces me to new things,
And through my exploration of new thought
I find old feelings once more.

My untrammeled laughter
Lifts me up again.

My life is light.

Here once again,

As January arrives,

And fireworks haze up

The cold velvet skies.

365 more chances

To accomplish and do,

The things that we’ve dreamed;

And fix those which we rue.

Always, at this time,

I begin with regretting

Everything undone.

The list is upsetting.

What would satisfy

Or calm all these nerves?

Being good at all things?

That, I hardly deserve.

So this year 

I think I’ll start small,

With things that bring me

Joy, most of all;

With baking and making,

Dancing and playing,

Reading and thinking,

Writing and drinking.

And when I fall back into my apathetic ways,

Maybe I’ll remember these days,

Flush with the desire to accomplish and do,

And finally, then, I’ll follow through.