This Is The Same

from something embedded 

       very deep inside

our active unconscious

among millions of billions

across billions of trillions 

of things nearly perfectly 

       almost

just like us

so we think so

just like us

from a very active

unconscious 

our attraction

to what's like us

is always what drives us

through treacherous weather 

through perilous odds 

         we've spread and we've spread

 

growing up different ways to ask. . .

what the f**k is this?

  the same thing?

and can you really control 

what you're interested in?

finding the same things

in different places

dressed in different clothes

doing different things

for the very same reasons 

as shard's of a moment 

in a time that may not never

ever come again

. . .this is our life

in fragments
in starts and in stops

in different places

the same things

under different circumstances

this is life

in different clothes

with different sounds

but like the rest of us

striving

to make sense of

the right next to us

the in between's of us

and find what indeed

     pleases us truly

until we cannot,

      say thank you

 

anymore ...

….

when our blade's dull

beyond disrepair 

when our sight blurs

into not but shade

when our mind fails

beyond all despair

where we cannot hear 

          when it ends

    where we're all the same

              once again

Author's Note

Reviews

[Arpita Mondal]

You have a beautiful insight of life and its ordeals. This poem is so real and intriguing. :)

[Davidgeo]

Thanks. What do you mean when you say real and intriguing?

[Arpita Mondal]

There are poems which describes life and midway you're like yes I know how it works.
But this one was raw yet beautiful till the end. Wondeful piece 💞

[Davidgeo]

Wanna smoke some grass later?