Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The Missing Link, For The Desperate Seekers

Envy the content
For they know the secret

That which escapes you
They have trapped like a rat
With wide grins
And stomachs full of satisfaction
These Cheshire cats
Run rampant with glee
Purity that we spite
Role models floating at an immense height

This
The total
In the grand scheme of things
The content have a grasp
On the shapeless rings
These fulfilled kings
Sit upon thrones
Built with answers and wings
While the rest of us
Muddle through
Our thoughts befuddled
Our questions many
Our answers too few
Our wants undetermined
Our needs unattended
Our neighbors
The content
To a higher plane
They have ascended

Envy the content
But pity the rest
Even with it all
There’s still more to our quest
The goal is not the end
The incentives
They blend
The pointless ambition
We crafted
To win
But Why?
And For what?
We ran
And for what?
We swam
And for what?
We crawled
That’s enough

Decades and decades
Multiples of ten
Years and years
Will this come to an end?
Why did we do this?
Where are we headed when we begin?
Are we running in circles?
Or is this just the purpose of men?
To search and to search
And to search some more
Envy the content
Repetition is our lore

Their quests seemingly ended long since past
They smile easy
And they smile fast
They never need much
So they always have enough
Never prone to restlessness
They never bluff tough

How is it, they don’t give in?
To the rush of the world
Its instigations and sins
Its incessant barrage
And Unnecessary roughness


I just want 
To be 
Content

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