Life is a Basket of Pennies (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
[sentiments concerning existence]
In time I've learned that there
is no beginning or end to this human
and that there is no past
or future; memory holds the moments
that fed the soul, no matter how inane.
The road ahead lays unformed; actions
undetermined before the pending domino effect.
Morality is false in itself;
based upon culture and discrimination-
Our judges are men of corruption,
with foolish opinions concerning the nature
Society grinds our minds into working gears;
though some of us remain oblivious,
we struggle against imposed limits,
at times accepting them conditionally--
breaking them when we desire the forbidden.
Beyond details and human nonsense
there doesn't exist boundaries;
truth is meaningless compared to pure existence-
right and wrong do not require debate,
motivation originate from foolish appetites.
What we learn or come to believe
are scattered pennies from space
with little value.
Humor and Passion,
Thought and Satisfaction,
are what give me meaning
and strength; the things worth seeking-
if only we understood what they are
in their purest form.
One can claim many things;
there are endless aspects to this
human existence of chaos confused for order--
few of them of value in their entirety.
There is no beginning, there is no end;
life, existence, is an ever-changing Odyssey;
death and birth mere trifles between change
and altered directions.
I hope to meet my end
fulfilled with that which I've attained
and the things I've always had--
I plan to die as a child
in decay from old age
greeting my last heartbeat
inconclusive and serene.
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