Monday, July 22, 2013

What a Life!

What a life!

To be surrounded by lonely, sad walls

Of one-room house in nowhere,

Thinking of nothing but still thinking.

Stifled emotions and thoughts building up inside.

What a life!

To be split into two hated halves:

One, spoiled and restless.

The other becoming, blurred and upset.

The horse is ready for a long gallop

To the unknown, to the bush.

Piaget, after a long way down the road,

Has a short nap in the first set of the saddle,

Dreaming of seeing a new paradise in the sand.

Had he known, he’d have surely screamed:

“It’s not for there! That’s not what I meant

That’s not what I meant at all!”

Brunner, consciously, is wondering about

What to tell and what to show;

To ride or to burn it all.

Maslow is striding so slow,

Sympathising and supporting: “Be a caring fellow.”

The Net is neatly squeezed in

As a decorative spanner of the next game.

Blindly, the horse headed forward,

Aware he will need another saddle over there.

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