Homegrown POEMS

Lost & Found

Where do we go?
How do we stand?
Which way is up?
How far is it down?

Turn left, turn right
Taken forward, pulled back

One tells me this,
another tells me that.

Who is right?
Who is wrong?
The more I learn,
the less I know.

The deeper I delve,
the more uncertain I become

My footing is loose,
the ground always moving.
Asking for proof,
that is constantly unproven.

The lines are drawn,
over unseen history.

Our vision is short,
and life even shorter.

Who is qualified,
to make the decisions?
To lead us, to guide us,
towards the future.

For the end will come,
one way or another.
How it will come,
no one can tell you.

But this is a time,
beyond my understanding,
and everyday experience.

My observations are all I can give,
to those that may read,
these random scribbles of syntax.

So back to the point,
that has been lost,
in my lexigraphy mind.

There is no point or
correct way but,
what there is, is a way of balancing,
to keep ourselves sane.

To not drift too far,
or never drift at all.

To not assert so much,
that you fear to fail.

To win is to lose,
as much as losing,
can becoming winning.

Life is a duality,
of conflicting reality,
and there is always,
an exception to the rule.

Bear this in mind,
and you may find,
that every day is a,
little bit lighter.

To love what you do,
and to do it all day
is a gift of society,
that has no priority.

Money is funny,
because it is not real.
Not naturally anyway.

Yet it is a major motivator,
to the masses.

A priority to the majority.
Earn enough not to worry,
is the best advice.

So back to the confines,
that is our minds.
And the linear way,
most of us view time.

Stars exploding, matter colliding,
dust flying, meteors impacting,
they are us, as much as we are them.

For we are infinite,
in space and time.
As soon as we understand that,
we will all be fine.