And after life had had it’s way with me,
Sometimes shaken me,
Shoved me around,
Worn me down,
Let me taste joy,
Made sure to show me, that joy,
Was most often fleeting,
That there were challenges,
Constant challenges to be meeting,
When life had dragged me to the point,
Where I could be nothing else but strong,
Where I’d seen so much pain,
That the slightest beauty made me burst into song,
When I was at the point where I could still go on,
But could not take much more,
And only then,
Did the universe deliver you,
At my door.
Time keeps moving forward,
Always forward, measuring change.
Moving energy and matter through space.
Artificially divided into intervals,
We call by different names.
Seasons and seconds.
Hours and eras.
We order our linear lives in this way.
For we too are matter and energy,
Constantly being moved forward by time.
Our form is sentient, observant,
Aware that it’s being moved.
Fearing the moment when awareness ends.
Naming that moment, death.
Matter is neither created, nor destroyed.
So we won’t be literally be gone,
When we’re dead.
We’ll no longer be in the same sentient form,
But we’ll still be here.
Our matter, our energy,
Still being pulled along,
Always forward, by time.
We were drowning.
Both of us.
and like drowning people do,
Desperately clinging to each other,
whilst at the same time pushing each other away.
Both of us.
Weighed down with baggage.
So much baggage.
Tied fast, to our hands, our feet,
our bodies, our minds, our hearts, our souls.
Pulling us, dragging us, downward,
I was dragged so far down
I couldn’t see you anymore.
Didn’t know if you were above me,
or below me.
I only knew I was drowning,
as were you.
Both of us.
In our bid to survive,
we lost each other,
in our frantic attempt to shed ourselves
of all that was weighing us down.
I lost sight of you, as I tried to
cut cords and set myself free,
and in time,
Finally rising up to the surface,
having shed myself of everything,
I manage to scan the horizon,
and there, much
to my eternal surprise,
I see you, in the distance,
bobbing freely, and serenely.
I can see a glow around you,
and I start to swim slowly in your direction,
my heart lifting,
when I realise it appears,
you are also swimming,
There are few constants in the world, and two of those are of pain and suffering. Pain is a wonderful thing. It reminds us that we are fallible and alive. If we did not feel pain, we would be dead. We must embrace pain, as we embrace failure. We must realize that we are utterly worthless and that trying to accomplish something worthwhile is an exercise in futility. Something will inevitable go wrong, the spoke of the wheel will fail, and the best-laid plans will falter under the enormous weight of reality. There is no redemption, there is no hope. Man ─ as he stands ─ is alone. His own thoughts will betray him, his body will decay, and time is neither his friend nor his enemy. Time, an artificial construct has made slaves of us all. Before the invention of the watch, the most despicable of devices, there was only night and day as measurement.
Soon leaving this foreign shore,
To take off for a foreign shore,
Thing is I’m not really sure,
Which one’s foreign anymore.