At what point does one stop
Being, and just be?
A process that is done
As against being done...
Looking outward of existence
Telescoping into myriad possibilities
Of want-to-live-in thoughts
Some call them dreams
Others, fantasy
Realists, escapism
A deep deep urge within
That will not let you be
That gnaws desperately
On frayed ends of intentions
Till you surrender
The intention
Or
The Urge
Or
Neither
and
Live
Not just exist.
27 July 2010
Erratic Eccentricity
