the power of now
there are happy days
some are plain sad
few turn out to be eventful
some are just mad
what makes us feel
the way we do..
is it the stars
or last night's stew
there are those who are clearly lost
people theorize
few pretend to have all the answers
people philosophize
what is this mystery
that we call life
an oven where destiny's cooking
or an account of our strife
how we create complexity
how we love to mystify
if we started to live in the 'now'
won't everything just simplify..
posted by earth @ 6:34 PM
3 Comments:
They sure would
But, if only we could -
We live in if, but, or may
Some walk straight,
Some stray...
Trying to wrest some joy
Huddled in the maze of strife
and this four-letter thing
We call life...
:)
Hi
I came here through J's blog. :-)
That's a lovely little poem.
Somehow, i really liked the way you've used 'mystify' and 'simplify'. Quite simply, they seem to be the two sides of the same coin. And quite simply, they aren't.
hi, n thanks!! gud to c u here:)
n thnx to u too, piti!:)
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