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The question is
“to be or, not to be?”
according to all ours
Shakespeare
but really that one
isn’t that hard
“to not be”
is so obviously right
the question really is
“why are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
I’m an un-being
something less alive
beyond the veil of
existence
I’ve got a little bit dead
to my little bit alive
but I missed out
on the answers
of the afterlife
“what are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
I’m still thinking
so I must be real
Isn’t that right,
Cartesius?
I’ve found that the universe
is dictated by logic
that proves it unreal
Statistics clearly show
every moment is impossible
“how are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
Winnings and losses
leave it to the odds
I’ve never been one for gambling
but I’ll gladly take a risk
Throw myself out there again
armed with nothing but questions
and...!
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
“to be or, not to be?”
according to all ours
Shakespeare
but really that one
isn’t that hard
“to not be”
is so obviously right
the question really is
“why are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
I’m an un-being
something less alive
beyond the veil of
existence
I’ve got a little bit dead
to my little bit alive
but I missed out
on the answers
of the afterlife
“what are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
I’m still thinking
so I must be real
Isn’t that right,
Cartesius?
I’ve found that the universe
is dictated by logic
that proves it unreal
Statistics clearly show
every moment is impossible
“how are we still?”
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
Winnings and losses
leave it to the odds
I’ve never been one for gambling
but I’ll gladly take a risk
Throw myself out there again
armed with nothing but questions
and...!
The only answer I have
for myself
is that I’m much too afraid
and I’ve nothing left to gain
from my own demise
and nothing left to lose
from staying around
Literature
Seek
You left where you were, Gone without a trace, I only locate where you are, After you change place, And I’m searching the spaces, In which you were last seen, While you’re pursuing places, I have formerly been, But footprints are overlapping, Crisscrossing on the ground, You’d think with both us looking, We would be easier found, Yet somehow ‘hide-and-seek’, Is hardest if no one hides, Lost following tracks encircling, The same old rounded sides, For at least if you’re not moving, I can learn where you are not, Alas instead in unison, We are both seeking and sought, It is so much simpler to find, What isn’t looking for you too, Guess i lost something unfindable, Because I still always seek you.
Literature
ritual for letting go
I let go of you today our memories in the form of seeds I gave them to the birds at the lake to nourish them like they once nourished me. I tossed handfuls to the magpies who perched in the trees waiting for me to walk away - and I did. I gave some to the swan like the one that we fed back in Iceland. The gulls came and called for the others. Ducks swam over and quacked happily. A hooded crow joined and stared at me. I had no more food left to give, but he found some I had tossed on the ground. They´re still eating, those birds. Picking up the remnants of what I held onto. They will carry our memories far away from here, and I will sit near the still water.
Literature
Life is Beautiful
Dance with the peace,
set your soul free.
With each flow of time,
you are closer to your dreams.
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