"Don’t we all have those days where we feel this phrase…
“Argh.. my soul… Whatever that is, as we let out a slightly worrisome (to ourselves) sigh”
The Fall:
Help, we’re all drowning in this pool of doubt where time consumes us and there is no way out,
We’ve swam so deep that no one can hear us shout,
We miss the feeling of the sun’s warmth on our faces,
Yet we’ve drifted much too far away from those places,
Time fleets by as we end up drifting out to sea,
Further we go until we all claim what’s right in-tow,
Drowning in this ocean we’ve felt as our tomb,
We love and live with the consequence of giving more than we own,
Time is not mine nor is it on our side as we drift,
Further we are cast away from anyone we could possibly have the time to know well,
Running out of air, the hour will come where the steam has finally left the chambers,
Withering away and bending us to the twisting currents of time,
Eventually erasing all we know is ours,
As we fall towards this ever narrowing tine we call our lifeline.
To refuse:
Seize the day,
To find a new way,
Make time to bring about the new day,
A chest full of vigor and hope,
And promise to yourself to never mope,
Please grant yourself,
A day of bountiful energy,
And plentiful dope,
Maybe even a sip or two of Hennessy,
Or to stand Elated with the strategy,
Living long and to prosper,
Making the most out of an event bringing laughter,
Burying any pain held thereafter,
To become your own master,
Fulfill the destiny we’ve taken from our dreams,
And harness them into reality,
Strapping with woeful intent,
Bring about this love we’ve crafted,
And cast forth this song you drafted,
To love our earth,
Whose simultaneous ongoing beauty is difficult to describe,
Unspeakable terrors,
Unfathomable depths,
But to have the power to allow yourself to rise to the surface,
Will ensure you are set to earn the biggest prize, and never curses.
Now is then, and the future is now.
Time is not funny; it sucks and it will soon be terrifyingly real.
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