A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss? ! Poem by Ali Rahimi

You jump on the next ship,
Keep on moving,
You don’t stand still,
You think mobility is profitable,
You are the rolling free stone,
No roots in one place,
Fresh ideas, new views,
No stagnation, no passivity,
Conditions change, variety, diversity,
Life is unpredictable, man is unstable,
Change is as good as a rest,
As nice as water in the sweltering heat of a desert,
You feel bored, you feel everyday is exactly the same,
The very same routine, same chores, same people, same bloody faces,
Same words, same looks, same buildings, same roads, same doors, same rules,
Same, same, same, same, same,
You simply hate the word ‘’same’’, you want to screw ‘’same’’,
Uneventful unexciting repetition of biological mechanisms,
Living like vegetables, plants in a botanical garden,
Animalistic instinctual functions of eating, sleeping, ceaseless breathing,
And an occasional orgasmic emissions without emotions,
Yes, all is a physical act of ‘’emitting not emoting’’,
Discharge of hormonal residues, not Love,
You want to change, like a drifter,
Change of mind, change of heart, change of life,
Change of ego, change of self,
Yes, time to change,
A rolling stone gathers no moss? !
A rolling stone gathers no moss? !
A rolling stone gathers no moss? !
A rolling stone gathers no moss? !
Want to live like Horatio Nelson? !
Lost one arm, one eye in the battles, kept fighting, fighting, fighting,
Till the very last drop of his blood,
You feel restless, on tenterhooks,
Like a wild restive cat among pigeons,
In the God forsaken land of nothingness, pressure, and martyred emotions,
An anxious uneasy soul in need of peace and tranquility,
Tossing and turning, troubled and nervous and unsettled,
You have a quixotic passion for change, an insatiable urge to move, move, move,
To discover, to see, to explore the unknown, the mysterious, the unordinary,
Deep down, you want to hit the road,
Leave no stone unturned,
The path to the secrets not perceived by the cowards, and lazy conservative nerds,
You are like gypsies, collies, vagabonds, homeless souls,
Wanderers always on the go,
No burden, no strings, no red lines, no borders,
You just want to shag the status quo,
Let’s Shag the Status Quo,
You hate the NOW, the THIS, and the HERE,
You like the ABOVE, the BEYOND, the YONDER, the THERE,
Like disturbed individuals of the Roaring Twenties, the Jazz Age,
In desperate search for the American Dream,
Turning into a bad harrowing nightmare,
The Great Depression,
Yes, they jazzed it away, danced it off,
Why don’t we face the music?
Why don’t we transform? Why do we stand still?
Why don’t we act? Why don’t we move? Why don’t we change?
A rolling stone gathers no moss? ! …