And I wish that the world would stop for just a moment, to accommodate me
Fifteen years down and the one great realization I’ve achieved is that time waits for no man.
The world marches on like a marching band in which half the musicians are playing notes not found on the sheet music
More sky rises go up in the city
And in the country more cows are pumped full of chemicals
And we all march on towards a future that smells like gasoline and possesses all the colour of a concrete block
Slow and silent we march towards the grave,
Our shadows trail behind us like homeless puppies
We strive to build monuments for ourselves
We amass small fortunes
Hoping that someone will take note, and pat us on the head
Or maybe even shake our hand.
Life is now a means to an end instead of an end in itself
And we live in fast pursuit of some higher knowledge
A few choice words that we can rattle off at dinner parties to define us as a person
An advertisement of self, a life philosophy.
Maybe one day we'll look back and finally appreciate that all our triumphs were not so large and our adversities not so incredible as we once believed
That our philosophies were not so profound as we once thought.
Every now and again I find myself wishing on falling stars
And I wish that the world would slow down for just a moment, to accommodate me.
Over the years I’ve come to appreciate one thing about life- the inevitability of it.
Whether you want it or not,
Whether you care or not,
Whether you involve yourself or not,
Life goes on.
I like your wrtiting, May. I find it eloquent and honest. There is real energy in your words. I identify with some of the feelings.
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