Thinking

Photo by Darius Bashar @dariusbashar

Thinking

I am thinking and thinking and blinking,

these two things I do without… ummm:

yes it’s weird,  isn’t it? Add to that

that my heart beats without my consent,

I cannot stop it even if I wished for it

or swished my tail in irritation. There

is no mitigation for this life started, never

stopping. We carry the burden of life,

don’t’ we? It weighs heavily on each

of us, no matter who we are or

what we have to say about it. We

all act as if it’s the best thing

that’s ever happened  to us. “Be

grateful for your life”, be responsible

in drinking and flying and smoking,

but don’t be joking about not

staying around. Kill yourself

responsibly the propaganded

advertising proclaims, better yet,

suffer yourself into consumer stupor,

penned up with the others: cattle, sheep,

pigs, chickens, nature - ready for

the slaughter. Is it only me who

carries the burden of life, or are

there others? Covered up under the

false joy the consumerist church preaches.

It reaches everywhere, all over the place.

There is a race you know, for survival,

revival, burial.   

  - By Michael Stolt

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