All kinds of people,
what you'll find in life,
some are chasing steeples,
some chasing intellectual might,
and still others aren't chasing anything at all.
And still there is another kind of person,
they don't carry any particular banner,
still it's held high,
enthusiasm unfolding.
They have no need for organized religion,
no need for basic convention,
they simply know what is and what isn't,
no need for retrospection,
always moving forward.
They reject both philosophy and religion,
at least for now,
something is amiss,
no need for crowns,
philosophy,
pedantic,
religion,
self-righteous.
Still they fight,
they struggle forward,
doing what feels right for now,
growing without notice,
philosophy and religion constitute their heartbeat,
the subconscious without doubt.
They blend in today,
and tomorrow will furrow their brow,
funny how it works,
I like to think he's chasing the unseen.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
All kinds of people,
what you'll find in life,
some are chasing steeples,
some chasing intellectual might,
and still others aren't chasing anything at all.
And still there is another kind of person,
they don't carry any particular banner,
still it's held high,
enthusiasm unfolding.
They have no need for organized religion,
no need for basic convention,
they simply know what is and what isn't,
no need for retrospection,
always moving forward.
They reject both philosophy and religion,
at least for now,
something is amiss,
no need for crowns,
philosophy,
pedantic,
religion,
self-righteous.
Still they fight,
they struggle forward,
doing what feels right for now,
growing without notice,
philosophy and religion constitute their heartbeat,
the subconscious without doubt.
They blend in today,
and tomorrow will furrow their brow,
funny how it works,
I like to think he's chasing the unseen.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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