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.