I don’t want to bury myself
in a graveyard
before I’m dead.
My work is a crypt, with four white walls
the master composition of life
It is frightening to think, we all get paid the same
get treated the same
surrender, to the same rules and routines.
I have been feeling a change
for some years
but the changes all look the same.
Why must we celebrate death in life?
Perhaps, my greatest aim
is to be alive
but the spirit of the multitude
is like a thousand captive spirits
who chant, what someone tells them to say
Needless to say, I’m back to work
and the higher man, might be impossible to reach—
a god of illusion, even though, he is supposed to be
rooted in reality, like a tree of life
offering joy, from his branches, out of reach.
As you pull away from the pack
As you separate from the crowd
As you put yourself
through pain, and discover
the limits of your strength and loneliness
the doubters will try to cause you to doubt
“Why endure hardship,
when the outcome is uncertain?”
Different from the comfort of the crowd
that wants to feel
as long as you make them feel
Every man gets to decide what is a waste of time
like the man who spends 4 hours preparing a 24-minute speech that will be forgotten in 24 hours
It wins him points with the boss
and people think he’s a good speaker
but what did he say?
His words were forgotten, before he finished his speech.
What can you say that will last a lifetime?
How much time do we waste, just to get through the day?
It’s like prison
“You can do the time, or the time will do you?”
But really, we all have time, until we don’t.
Why would I choose to take a job, just to stay busy, so my time will go faster?
Why not, ask for the death penalty,
rather than drawing it out?
Staying in my cell, is lonelier, but the time is mine.
All the comforts of companionship
when you have no companions.
I met a lady, at the coffee bar, before work
and she works, where I work
“Oh god, I guess I’ll have to wake up,” she complained.
This happened, when I started to talk to her
she was asleep, when she was awake, and then she realized she needed to talk to me
How many people willingly stay asleep?
They prefer slumber
because they have nothing to wake-up for.
Salvation never comes from someone else’s time
or giving your time to someone else.
Salvation is more than eternal life
it’s knowing your life while you have it
it’s knowing what to do with your life
it’s holding your life, in your hands
and trusting that your value does not come from what you give
Don’t rehearse mindless words
for mindless praise
Don’t sweat for approval
Don’t feel good to feel good
Know your life while you have it.