another name on the web
Bluelighter
Astonishing seems comedy of life,
When viewed objectively, without any ties.
Amusement sets the background, in each case
As you realise the karma to every act.
Yet, funnily to this point in time,
We keep avoiding facing truth, of who we are.
Formalities persist to fill the day,
And looking busy has become a common way.
We spend our time to cope with growing needs,
Yet, killing it, is what it turns to be.
Running around, as if world depends on us,
We dare not to stop.
For common fear of unwelcome thoughts,
That creep upon the one, who’s left alone.
We pride ourselves on social norms
Avoiding those who take a turn,
To show everyone who must be ‘whole’.
We hide our eyes, to save ourselves from lies
Assuming that the world will maybe let pass.
Like little kids, remain most, through most-of-most ones life
And ignorance enhanced through ‘blind eye’.
So those, in times to suit ones needs,
May easily apply to cover up – all truths withheld…
Which may inflict an insult to our Egos’ Pride.
With eyes wide closed, we’re raised to take a stand
In world of ever growing pace and endless change.
The soul corrupts by forces that attach –
When you allow the self to join the flow
That only lives to deal with constant flux,
Confronting us with outside demands…
When viewed objectively, without any ties.
Amusement sets the background, in each case
As you realise the karma to every act.
Yet, funnily to this point in time,
We keep avoiding facing truth, of who we are.
Formalities persist to fill the day,
And looking busy has become a common way.
We spend our time to cope with growing needs,
Yet, killing it, is what it turns to be.
Running around, as if world depends on us,
We dare not to stop.
For common fear of unwelcome thoughts,
That creep upon the one, who’s left alone.
We pride ourselves on social norms
Avoiding those who take a turn,
To show everyone who must be ‘whole’.
We hide our eyes, to save ourselves from lies
Assuming that the world will maybe let pass.
Like little kids, remain most, through most-of-most ones life
And ignorance enhanced through ‘blind eye’.
So those, in times to suit ones needs,
May easily apply to cover up – all truths withheld…
Which may inflict an insult to our Egos’ Pride.
With eyes wide closed, we’re raised to take a stand
In world of ever growing pace and endless change.
The soul corrupts by forces that attach –
When you allow the self to join the flow
That only lives to deal with constant flux,
Confronting us with outside demands…
