A Weight of Endless Gold

I wrote this poem steam of conscious so forgive its shortcomings.

A Weight of Endless Gold

Days cast a weight upon our shoulders that is worth its magnitude in gold

Each minuscule task and issue and problem that we encounter stacks upon us like bricks of gold

But it should be taken into account that this weight is worth a thousand thoughts

When we grow old and hunchbacked, we resent the weight for crippling us

But we do not realize this weight is our lost and forgotten ambitions

Dreams that were lost and cast aside

The weight remains upon our shoulder for the sole purpose of reminding us of what we could have accomplished and what we could have become

The soul is an empty vessel that beckons to be filled with life, love, poetry, friendship, beauty, music, jazz and any other multitude of para- human emotions

It is pathetic but true to think that we are all grains of sand in the sandbox of the universe

In comparison to all else, we are nothing

So I tell you my friend, live, love, eat, drink, f**k and indulge in all else that is offered to you in or pathetic span of existence

For what other purpose do we inhabit this filthy world if not to make the best of this beast of a situation?

When put under the correct light its seems almost hubristic to not live your life to the fullest extent, taking pleasure in every moment and every being

Many people disagree with me on this opinion, but these rats are the ones who are building the brick wall in front of society

They do not wish for true happiness

They are willing to settle for normality

Normality? I say no to this ludicrous idea

I say be as controversial as your body allows you to be, for that is what truly allows you to embody your physical self upon this earth.

Do not let the rats throw you to the ground for being what you were meant to be

And so my friend, I leave you with a choice.

A choice to live to the end of your days with a weight of what-if’s, or a choice to burst headstrong into this brick wall built by the rats who try so damn hard to belittle us

Be your own path

Live on the road with your own desires and emotion

Be your own path.

 

 

Author's Note

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