We copy and we share…
We let others manage all our chains…
We are copying and think we’ll heal…
We are copying others thoughts…
We think there is a comfort in these words…
We believe that they are created by our own table…
We believe it does not come from this Earth…
We sail in lost wind and missing our own rudder…
But do you know what I think..?
There is no one below us…
Only one above…
It’s so hard to tell in our own words…
Alone is always weakest in our World…
So wrong to think that’s how we learned about…the…
We let us change into something else…
We always think others have the key to our happiness…
We bury all loose in the sand…
We are so afraid to move our society …
We can hide behind others jovial words and phrases…
We can all accommodate even when the storm rages…
We are the most prodigal of this Earth breeds…
We dare only to echo all the words of others that are worn to rags…
But do you know what I know..?
There is really no one below…
Just look up and you will understand…
It’s so hard to be yourselves and we keep it as a lye in all of us…
Alone is never weakest in my World…
So brave to stand alone and feel…the…
By aping others, we cease to be ourselves.Man is self-reliant.Like the protagonist of Ibsen’s ”An Enemy of the People”, we must trust ourselves and our actions.A reflective poem.
” … and feel ..the.. ” is an apposite ,inconclusive conclusion to a very satisfying, existential perambulation presented to the reader in the guise of a poem examining philosophical aphorisms.