Look.
Listen.
Learn.
Much
to absorb.
Tossed
into this
place.
Lots
to learn.
Much to
know.
How to
survive?
No time.
No time
for
contemplation.
Asking
questions.
Pondering
reality.
Beyond scope.
Wrapped
up in
existence,
who thinks
of such
things?
Who thinks
to ask
why?
How?
Moving on.
Much to
do.
No time.
No time
to
ponder.
Question
reality.
What’s the
point?
Nothing
genuinely
resolved.
Why
ask
why,
or ponder?
No time.
No time
for
contemplation.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2021 06:03
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Experience cannot be taught.
Andy
So true Andy. College of hard knocksā¦ JP
'who thinks
of such
things?
Who thinks
to ask
why?
How?
Moving on.
Much to
do.
No time.'
(well, if this ain't the most acutely, apt
summarisation of modernity's: mindset
I don't know
what could word it more eloquently)
another insightful write of measured commentary
dear poet
Thank you kindly dear Sir.
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