No relations without expectations.
The human swap of feelings is focused on social healings.
Interactive processes to enrich the self-esteem.
In the end no one is altruistic, so it seems.
Beyond the material desire lies the objective of feeling good.
Or at least be known as reliable, especially in the neighbourhood.
Narrow-minded thoughts preferred over thinking profound,
acting as solid barriers to avoid breaking new ground.
Crucial decisions postponed till further notice.
Tagging, begging for time.
Emollient circumstances seem to create new chances.
But only patience enhances.
There’s no way to escape, only to stall.
Unavoidable the conclusion that, in the end, the winner takes it all.
Yet, who’s to win and what can be won?
Will it compensate the main burden?
Or should the objective only be, to live a life that is free?
Roll the dice and behold the score.
To anticipate does not work anymore.
It’s all a game, a gamble to make.
No guarantees given, no compensation to take.
In essence this conspiracy is merely a debate,
in which companionship and empathy collides with extreme hate.
The game is indefinite, now one knows who’s to win.
Nor when rounds are completed and new ones begin.
Until then all expectations for tomorrow are gullible,
regardless of their content.
All efforts to achieve the objectives are efforts needlessly spent.
Don’t push the game, it is a system; preprogrammed to go.
There is no other way than resignation
and to go with the flow.
Silence for comfort, noise for pain, sun for enjoyment, rain for regrets.
Second thoughts abandoned, standing naked and bare.
The gift of real feelings accepted with fear.
Wishes and dreams pronounced clearly.
The sound of screaming faded away, the whispering remained.
Tears solidify, leaving an insignificant trace.
Arms wide open, receptive for love.
There is no other objective,
not here,
not now,
not anymore.
Objectives in retrospective, thoughts for the brains.
Needs and considerations leading to new pains.
Manic or pathetic, who will be the judge of that?
The choice of any individual between standing up and going flat.
Emotions and motions thrusting in order to ease the pain.
Standing still can’t be accepted,
nor actions left in vain.
People tend to search for artificial means in order to create a fulfilled emotional
balance.
Yet, the balance of life must be found within oneself.
Although perceptive to all possible impulses people should be aware of what external
influences may distract the main objective of life:
to live life as a process of development
in which every stage can be looked upon as positive.
Cars racing, pushing themselves along the highway.
They’re on their way. Whereto, with what cause?
Are they carefully weighing the significance or are they just blindly copying behaviour
of others.
Why be there? Why be there on time?
Why hurry when the objective can wait.
What’s the objective anyway?
Cars going in one direction.
Taking the inevitable u-turn in the cause of the day.
It is a never ending sequence.
Day in, day out.
Time is only of significance for those who measure their accomplishments within a
short span. Time can be indefinite to those who choose to live their life as an ongoing
string of lessons, progresses and results. The objective of the happiest is not
determined by time but by impact.
Wacky individuals, tacky liaisons.
Limit exploring until it gets boring, the lack of satisfaction constantly deploring.
Unaccustomed to the liability of the ability to lie.
Holding on to the truth, regardless of its horrible content.
Rejecting the fact that rules can be bend.
Crushed intentions, scattered ambitions, yet love is still able to grow.
To get there together is the hardest way to go.
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