Like A Rock Poem by Franz Velasco

Like A Rock



Sitting still, watching the time go
For hours, like a rock, I sat still.
By boredom, in my mind, it sows
Morbid perplexing thoughts, seals

For I will never forget;
These thoughts that briefly crossed my mind;
Morbid, not because it concerns death;
But a possibility that winds

On and on, a purposeless
Life, for what good is living
If not for a reason it's useless
Might as well live like a rock sitting.

Have a purpose, live for something.

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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I wrote this while manning the counter at home for our pool table which we put up for rent. I was bored and just started wondering, especially seeing people play, whether if there is some great mission destined for every one of us which could be the reason for our existence. Instead of wasting our time playing billiards should we be looking for a lead that might tell us what mission that might be or am I over-thinking this, fearing that there is none and that we just happen to exist. Realizing that we have a choice to have a reason, a purpose to live, I wrote the last verse, which is originally not part of the poem.
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