Life moves on at the endless pace of the sublime time warped illusion.
I can't seem to phantom this ever changing mood of working the witching hour once more. Ten years separating the last time had done it. Not that staying awake is hard. I am a night owl. I come awake when the sun sets.
Just the fact that either one I hate working. Everyone knows this. No not lazy as in doing nothing. That working when the body and mind feels it is right to do so. Not working to be a slave to the system. Working day after day for what? A few coins in the money well to pass along for the simple things like food, water, and a place to be dry during the monsoons. This is not life. Societies idea of work and live is a illusion set up by the worst corpse of all. The systematic Vampire. Feeding off of your soul as you endlessly slave away.
I would rather be playing. Playing in the form of what is ideally fun to me. It is not out throwing a ball or climbing a mountain. But what makes me soul sing. Watching a movie or a show on the idiot box. Playing with the dogs. Talking to the ones I love. Taking a bike ride when the sun is coming up. Hiking threw the woods hearing only nature sing to you. Making a meal from scratch, no consumer pre-made garbage. Just little things that make the soul grow and tickle and bringing a smile to the face.
But im worn out. Ready to move on. Sleep, oh sleep. Come to me and refresh me for another day. Make me whole and make me new. Or do what you can to make me stand another day.
Life is liberty, and a smile is angel, Be the memorial to the drowned and lift up the sky to the blind. And we shell be the future.
I can't seem to phantom this ever changing mood of working the witching hour once more. Ten years separating the last time had done it. Not that staying awake is hard. I am a night owl. I come awake when the sun sets.
Just the fact that either one I hate working. Everyone knows this. No not lazy as in doing nothing. That working when the body and mind feels it is right to do so. Not working to be a slave to the system. Working day after day for what? A few coins in the money well to pass along for the simple things like food, water, and a place to be dry during the monsoons. This is not life. Societies idea of work and live is a illusion set up by the worst corpse of all. The systematic Vampire. Feeding off of your soul as you endlessly slave away.
I would rather be playing. Playing in the form of what is ideally fun to me. It is not out throwing a ball or climbing a mountain. But what makes me soul sing. Watching a movie or a show on the idiot box. Playing with the dogs. Talking to the ones I love. Taking a bike ride when the sun is coming up. Hiking threw the woods hearing only nature sing to you. Making a meal from scratch, no consumer pre-made garbage. Just little things that make the soul grow and tickle and bringing a smile to the face.
But im worn out. Ready to move on. Sleep, oh sleep. Come to me and refresh me for another day. Make me whole and make me new. Or do what you can to make me stand another day.
Life is liberty, and a smile is angel, Be the memorial to the drowned and lift up the sky to the blind. And we shell be the future.