Life ?

When we set out to on a task, we always work with an objective in mind. An goal we reach for. In life the objective is death and the goal a smooth exit of this world to the next.

Despite knowing that this is the one ultimate life experience that will effect all of us, we all choose to live our lives like we will always have tomorrow. We work our asses off trying to earn a decent wage. Spend all our time around people we don’t like and spend the rest of the time pissing off the people we do.

Time is the enemy here. We never know when the sands of time will run out for each of us yet we continue to defy its ultimatum. Promising ourselves to change and not. Daring life to come and take us unprepared, unfulfilled.

Then what do we do… We regret. We look back at our lives and all those moments that seemed so important seem trivial. All that money earned doesn’t really seem enough for the happiness it cost.

Yet even with this information, we continue on our journey of self destruction. Rarely pondering on our actual worth in this world. Never stoping to ask the question … why? Is this really worth it?

The Palmist

If you look at my hand
What do you see
A palm with a few lines
Uncomplicated, simple and clean
A palm that tells of a long life with a few breaks in between

But what the lines don’t show the heart feels
And what the palmist cant read is real
It goes beyond the realms of life - to the life I lead underneath
The doubts, the fears, the insecurities
They govern each breath I take
My head feels like a labyrinth,
A maze of no escape

So don’t simplify my life with predictions of hope
Of love and joy without strife
Don’t mock my being with promises of peace
Or tales of a happier life

The sweat on my palms tells a truer tale
One of the strife and the pain
It tells of the loves that I have lost
Of the dreams that shattered and fade

So look up from my hands to the souls of my eyes
And it here that you will see
The truth as it is
Uncomplicated simple and clean
The truth that really is me.