
we are born into a trap:
we must rent or buy a space
for ourselves in this world,
so we work… often for others.
we are indoctrinated as children
into silly beliefs and ideologies.
it looks like we have no choice;
we must submit to the machine.
however, there are those rare
moments of lucidity when we
catch glimpses of something
better, deeper, more soulful.
we read books and poetry,
watch movies, go to church–
always on the hunt for more
of those uplifting glimpses.
we are obsessed with it.
we hope that someday those
visions will come together
in a meaningful way,
like some cosmic puzzle,
and we will finally know that
which we have only glimpsed.
–photo by me
Really hoping that the puzzle comes together. π
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Me too. Thank you for reading, Tia!
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Iβm missing a puzzle piece.
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Ha ha! Good one, Lane! As long as it’s not the last piece. Thank you!
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The poem is very fitting for the photo and with life! I enjoyed reading it
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Thank you very much! Glad to hear from you.
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Al beautifully reflective poem, Michael. I love how it all comes together at the end!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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