Skip to content

Mindlessness

June 17, 2011

Travelling through this life
focused on the prize
Our peripherals blurred, non-existent.

Setting out with the best intentions
Eyes obscured by hope and pride
These beautiful things, unseen.

Knee deep in this illimitable mire
slowed by the muck of ego
Convictions held fast, clinging.

Samsara easily provokes him
it’s grasp cold and critical
riddled by mortality, persuasion.

The route bumpy and curvaceous
maintained with reckless abandon
dreams and desires fall flat, indignant.

Losses and grief accumulate
aspirations smothered by his hubris
overwhelmed and bewildered, mindlessness.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 17, 2011 5:31 pm

    Nice poem! Reminds me of me a lot of the time..

  2. June 17, 2011 11:43 am

    Your daughter wrote this, didn’t she? ;)
    Seriously, though, amazing and evocative!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: