This way or that way,
One cannot say.
But at the cliff stands man,
Where he is asked to jump out
into what he doesn’t understand.
From the crawling newborn,
To a man that can stand;
But only a human,
When he takes a stand
Kick the crutches away.
Strip down the culture.
These money hungry vultures,
And the virtue signaling hive,
They are here,
But barely alive.
It's a leap of faith.
It’s a timeless debate.
It’s everything we create.
It’s love and hate.
In circles we go,
With a new era
For the herd to flow.
Enlightened or romantic?
Post-modern or stoic?
Nihilism or existentialism?
A constant search
For an ism
To fill the holes
Left by the unknown.
So many ways to go.
Some many of life's rivers flow.
We can ride the current of the current,
Or rage against our time.
These endless wars
Are only fought in the mind,
And through out
All of space and time.
Man cannot stand
Until he takes a stand.
A newborn calf
A walking zombie
A copy
Of everyone else,
Becoming everyone
But ourselves.
Unread books
Atop of our shelves.
Things left unsaid,
Until the day we wake up
Dead.
So jump,
Even if you’re unsure.
There’s so much to learn
From failure.
So what if you don’t know for sure?
Who ever said you had to be sure?
The curse of consciousness these days.
Forever seeking certainty
When life certainly
Isn’t certain.
It’s a process–
A journey.
It’s life.
Don’t live it in a hurry
With made up stories
That always leave you worried.
It’s a game
It’s pain
It’s insane
It’s untamed
It’s suffering
It’s a call to arms
It’s love
It’s everything underneath
And everything above .
This curiosity of ours
propelled humankind
from slime in the water
To supercomputers
And rocket ships,
But still,
Somehow,
Our greatest invention
Is our relationships.
-C.H.