………The loss of wants and needs has begun the process of becoming fertilizer for weeds, it was the wanting to be here that kept me here, the life I’ve come to know was my teddy bear, the thought of losing it excited fear, now I know that’s just the self trying to keep me in gear, this old man is now coasting down hill on a bike with no gears or brakes, and very little cares, falling while looking for concerns to keep me here, all the while my soul is looking for the cracks and crevices of life’s apparent simulation, so it can go on vacation, it’s grown tired of deep contemplations, it’s ready for a place where there is no time and there’s nothing to be wasted.
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A sense of feeling overwhelmed with too many demands comes through in this poem of the everyday rush. Well said
Thank you…
You are most welcome
Existential wasting away....
The death process starts in the mind long before physical health deteriorates
Can do. An old guy I once knew (when I was quite young) dismissed large swathes of the population with the judgement that they were "dead but won't lie down". Had much validity, I felt at the time...
Dyslexia kicked in again - I thought the first line read - wants and needs is fertiliser for weeds..
It's good to have peace, as we age...
It comes when we accept our fate
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