Resting Is For Others


I am too busy to admire all this beauty.
Gifts and flowers are lying in my path
But guarded by demons and traps.
It is too dangerous to stop.

A man from Minnesota said I might
Imagine receiving a large gift.
Knowledge that I could lie down and rest
And no one would die from it.

But rest is for others. If I slow my work
Even a moment, the entire world will feel
The sting of my failure, and all I know
Will be destroyed in one stroke.

Unseen people decided this long ago. An obligation
Carved in stone, and read to me each night as I sleep.
Their voices still demand my toil. I feel them
Watching, judging and holding me to my task.

It would seem simple to see this life another way.
But there are a thousand reasons I must continue
Until I find a secret way to die, so
No one will know. Especially not me.


(One of the few pieces I managed write this summer. Pretty upbeat.)

Steevo:

It is so difficult to stray from the path that others have hewn for us. The self-doubt we feel whenever we make the attempt can riddle us with such guilt that we reconcile ourselves to merely dreaming about what it might be like to stop, take an account of who we are and what we've become, actually enjoy the experience of living, and perhaps move in another direction. You've captured hat angst perfectly in this piece.

Joe

PS: It is good to see you posting once again.

Thanks Joe. It is good to hear from you too. I value your comments always.
Steve

Much food for thought here, Steve. I believe a person can change their life script, but it would take a conscious effort to do so. A good read I enjoyed this one.


Les

Steve,

when the world demands too much of me
I say fuck off
the health of my involvement in my world
demands I take care of myself

pax et amo,

Peter

p.s. good piece
touches home

I enjoy this.