All of them were unique,
but something tragic
happened to them
along the way.
I encountered a beautiful woman,
but what should’ve been beauty
was soured. I found her on the trail
Spoiled.
She was walking her dog.
Her clothes were in the latest fashion
Her figure fine
She wore designer jeans.
The other, had on running shorts.
I saw her legs, first
There was something wrong with her too.
She looked, like she had something unpleasant under her nose.
A fat one, appeared sad.
I was reading a book and walking down the trail—bored, of the psychedelic subject matter.
Rarely, do I find doors to walk through, that take me to a place that’s interesting.
People will do it
but you have to find the right people.
I wonder
what it’s like
to forget the problems of the day?
Maybe, you become bored like me
or the jolly man who stacks produce in the grocery store.
He says “Hi” to everybody.
People go through their days
with simple strategies…
like,
“I’ll say ‘hi’ to everybody.”
or,
“Today, I’m going to think positive thoughts.”
It’s drawn-out desperation.
When nothing is right
all of those incantations
are empty.
There is never enough stimulation, so people reach for anything
to help themselves
forget themselves.
They can’t stop thinking
of themselves
because that’s all they want to think about
like a catchy song
sung
once or twice
that goes around and around
What is the point of this poem?
Basically, to say
People are sad
most of the time
Neutral
and then sad.
They focus on themselves
to get better.
They take drugs
to feel better, but they never get happy.
To lose themselves
in the world outside
themselves
is the secret.
It’s the secret of laughter.
All the feelings we want to feel
we can get
by giving them
to others.
as Ray Manzarak said in The Doors movie, “these are great fuckin lyrics man”.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Swabhava! I’ve been reading the doors of perception by Huxley. His title inspired The Doors, I’m told.
LikeLike