All may desire complete comfort,
But today that is sought of impossible.
Then again we can have that satisfaction from what?
In today's world,
Everything is a hustle and a bustle.
We may try to get away from responsibility
To sit all day watching the T.V
Or with the radio on a fixed station.
But that is madness
Because we have to chose
Its reality versus fiction.
Spend most of the day sleeping
And half the time dreaming of ourselves as
An A-Lister perhaps with muscle and unfathomable beauty.
We reason, 'Little work, But i'll still get the money.'
Don't be fooled.
That is fiction not reality.
At night we stand outside wishing
The things in the past could be undone
Yes, reminiscing.
Looking up at the stars calling in expectation of a blessing,
Our cries go unanswered
So we sit in vexation
And wonder,
If only reality can lose to fiction.
By the time we get hold of our self
We have many things to catch up on
Because we have spent the time gazing into emptiness.
Another day begins.
Now what?
Fiction?
No!
Reality wins.
written: 22/8/07
that is sooooo true, many of us get lost in the comforts of this life and get lost in finding oneself. love the analogies, thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Looking up at the stars calling in expectation of a blessing, Our cries go unanswered So we sit in vexation And wonder, If only reality can lose to fiction. very fine expressions of the sense of Reaility and the fiction.... very nice poem. tony