At every bend of time
a new something comes our way
the suddenness and immediacy
a moment that inter-faces
and intervenes
before the next appears

but seldom is that sublime
mostly banal, repetitive, tedious
uninspiring, listless and vexatious

for we've lost
our sense of wonder
and curiosity
our lives have been anchored
on a fixed mental frame
which we can't even
find a proper name
who's to blame
but our ill-ingrained
and iron-cast brain?

we are sinking
falling
into
an existential nothing
a stupor
we are in
and not knowing
we are living
in a prison
of our own making

where's the glory
of the morning?
do we feel
the kiss of spring?
could we shut away
our muddled thinking?

then comes
the gentle glow
of evening
as the sun is fading
but we won't be looking
(blind to beauty
tied to our false-living)
as we are texting
or over the mobile
talking or listening
another day
is swiftly passing
which we end
by saying:
'Ah, life is so distressing!'

at which bend of time
shall we be awakened
be illuminated
and transformed
into an authentic
human being?