Leaps of Faith seldom seem like a good idea
by @thomas-hatchett
I’m going skydiving
In three weeks
I’m taking the plunge
Facing my fear and taking the leap
of faith in
The last leap of faith I can see left to take that I haven’t yet taken, thus far
So let’s see “Do it?”
It do.
Ain’t that neat
I’m profoundly lonely now
in my old age
It seems like no one cares enough to see
how sadness grips a soul
and never lets it go
until it manages
to wriggle itself loose
a tooth or nail
enough to give it hell
and bite and scratch and gnaw and claw until it’s freed
And it’s disparaging
What’s so wrong
with living wrong
If the right way takes to long
and the low road goes
so easy on the knees.
What if the right way feels wrong
and it just ain’t for me?
That sounds like your ways wrong.
I guess we’ll just have to see.
So if your right is wrong and mine is left,
Who knows who goes right? Is it you?
Is it me? Is it someone long gone
who never knew right from wrong.
So they were free
To just do what was needed
to get by or survive
or to make it
what they wanted it to be.
But it isn’t easy to tell where the road your on is headed when the. signs all come in a language you can’t read.
Living free
and easy
Like in Eden
when we could all
talk and see and be
And magic still existed
And evil wasn’t
The only guiding principal left
After the wards rebelled
And the world was felled
And heaven and hell
Were inttertwined until
The consciousness awoke itself again and started taking notes
about the changes
We fell back
Against the backdrop
Gasps expelled
And pantomimed a nursery rhyme
To sell the drama we compelled
Ourselves to indulge
Woe is me
I’m so distraught I can’t even see
Woe is me
Woe is me
See me
Down on my knees
Begging and pleading
Take it easy on me.
I know I’m nothing I know it seems
Like I ask for a lot of help but I always ask politely, never for more than I immediately need.
Got a buck? Got a smoke?got a light?
Got a toke? What you got in your pocket? Is it a lot? I could hold some of it for you… if you need.
Those coins look heavy
And they ain’t worth the weight to carry.
Here lemme have em
I can use em
Yeah.
“To get a bite to eat” (sarcastically)
I’m profoundly sad
But I’m blasé about it
Accepting, as it were,
I’m … I … at least … I like me
I’m
at LEAST
at peace.
“I’m at peace”
At least
I tell myself that
When I’m at rest
Which seems to be
enough
At least, It’s good enough for me.
Can you see? Can you see it and how it works? It seems so simple to me. But it’s not my job to go about selling it.
It sells itself, on its own merit, if you just live it and let it be.