Away From Boredom

Away From Boredom


What is your high and what is your low

A question weighted heavily, when thrown

To be a skeptic of the past of your day

And not knowing a thing about what went each way.



Bumping people...a system like crashing cars

Suppose if you hit hard enough and they can be pushed far...

..far far enough into the distance of the higher mind

To be connected with what is important and how little we have in time.



Sell your soul to that devil who is unknown

But who is evil enough to own the everyday drone

Walking purposeless into each task

Thinking not of your impact, for you are just a parasite in a flask.



You drink up the sun, the moon and life

And discard nothing usefull but cries

Your tears, even, go without notice

For nothing substantial can grow out of useless.



Pray your roles are reversed

You're in the other car, the one that gets hit hardest

So your life, its beauty and real essence impacts you

Revealing a generous gift...one that was always right in front of you.