Changing environment. Im in anguish stand carved out of solid rock, mastering myself,. a moments outbreak, like a rat-hole in a dam, flooding all the work of years. bearing a hopeless daily trial and remain silent A single angry word has lost many a friend. Im tolerated by common sense, And I AM willing to pigeon-hole it along with the philosophic systems of Kant, To get about what Im worth, And live more present, Like the sound of the trumpet. I made a step, the succession of silly mortal men preserved, Moderate lamentation the right of the dead, And My first stage provide a starting-point for the next. perseverance the great agent of success; The world owes myself nothing that I earn, Like a military policy how virgins blow up men.! Im finally tasting the bitter harvest of wrath and arrogance, And constantly suffering from a chronic lack of confidence. And holds thinking in barely undisguised contempt. finally my pain means nothing to anyone but myself. emerging and horribly understanding that humans are specks of dust in a totally indifferent universe, This elusive, loosely interconnected, interacting, pattern of reactions to my changing environment.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 08:23:10 +0000
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