Last night I had some very intense realizations about myself. Read the parody of my life in a little anecdote/prose I decided to put it all down in.
I don't ask for your advice as much as your empathy. Though feedback would be precious
. Again your understandment is all that is asked for, as is the writer-to-reader relationship. Thanks You and Hopefully You will Enjoy.
But Life Neglected?
A young sinner considers
Haste, his middle name as he races through
Does he concieve a direction
Or decieve eyes of companions
Watching closely but given no proof
Of his unimaginable experiences
He flies alone, and with celerity
And why not,
solitary in his cockpit
Solo behind his goggles
And alone behind his eyes
The path to which he flies
Littered with toil
But yet he finds no hardship
He drops no cargo for others to carry
But grabs their luggage
So their load can be lightened
Hiding in their luggage
In this does he hide from his own?
Is he really helping others in their flights?
Not everyone is going to the same place
If anyone really does....
Is the luggage lost,
Can it be given back midflight?
Caring; a wall in front of him
Solid Brick and not to be broken
His plane Storms towards it
He knows he can't break it
He knows he can't break himself
A course change he needs, but the same he stays
To where hes going he looks again to see a wall
With all the luggage of others he cannot lose
Up and over he needs to go.
But that extra weight.....
Cannot be dropped
Cannot be destroyed
The same ship hes been all his life
He needs to change but,
His old gal
Why get rid of something
Thats never let you down?
Its no longer enough
It seems so hard to change course
But change is now inevitable
Losing himself the pilot realizes
Its the only way to keep flying
But it has to happen, and it will
Or the death of the pilot
Will come easily without it.