I wasn't slacking yesterday, I was wiped out. On Saturday, I went over 500 miles, and it took 11 hours to do it. Lot of sitting in the car, broken by brief moments of hard physical labor. I know, I have been convinced that Manual Labor was the President of Mexico, but it's not. Trust me on that one. Anyway, knowing that at least two people read this thing on a regular basis, I decided I'd better get busy and put something new on here. I like that. Thank you. You are motivating me to write more. This one came from the same place the other ones did, only again it's a bit darker. I write a lot about uncertainty. I don't think any of us get any kind of guarantee of certainty, and I'm reacting badly to that. Part of that is age, I think. As I get older, I become more resistant to change, while at the same time I realize that changes are happening faster and faster. It's already nearly the end of August. It feels like yesterday was the 4th of July. The day before that was New Years Day. I guess I'll do like the rest and emulate the duck. We see the calm, placid appearance on the surface, while underneath he's paddling like mad to try to get somewhere....
Do Your Duty!
All my life I've been destroyed
beginning from the first
curiosity dashed, questions ignored
molded into a formlessness
Do your duty!
My soul keeps screaming
there is someone in here
the world laughs quietly
it's somewhere in where?
Do your duty!
Life is a whole of disjointed parts
each part playing it's role
without knowing it's lines
on a stage of quicksand
Do your duty!
I run my race hobbled
cheered on by faces I trust
behind hands that secure the binds
I'm not allowed to quit
Do my duty!
C 2011 C. Thames
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