Difference Poem by Raj Dronamraju

This is not living, this is surviving
And there is a difference

Oh to be the last thought on your mind
The most recent obsessive detail
To flail around in a formless pleasure
Not unlike a bog but like a previously unknown happiness

Oh to be blissfully unaware of effort
To fall backwards into the hands of what is natural
And that is your faith
To satisfy a dream which is to get what you want
And additionally to purge bitterness

Oh to hold you on the dance floor and the kitchen floor
And to separate no domain in work and love
Strokes of genius that actually work in real life
Stakes holding down a great love are voluntarily removed