Friday 8 January 2010

TWO MORE THAN YOU.

Wherever my life leads
I will follow;
I am obliged to, you see.
I have to entertain its whims
And its fancies,
Regardless of their effect
Upon me.
In spite of them in fact.
It’s a necessity born from
Experience,
Out of lack of
Motivation,
By
Pride.
It has a life of its own,
My course does,
And who can deny it
Fortune or filth,
Or the love of home.
Who has the right
To dictate to my life,
Or chastise or inflate,
Or deflate or impose,
Or transpose themselves upon it.
It is,
And that’s all I need
To follow.
It does not hesitate in the mud,
It wallows.
It does not analyse what is good,
It swallows.
It does not criticise what is whole
Or hollow,
It just does without
Me
Or you,
And is not humbled.

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