Contemplation

John Prophet

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 Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2021 06:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    Experience cannot be taught.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      So true Andy. College of hard knocks… JP

    • L. B. Mek

      '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

      • John Prophet

        Thank you kindly dear Sir.



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