What can we say about the lives
that are set out before us, are they real or are they just a thought, a dream,
a consequence. Can one imagine a better
life, can one sense the urgency of their actions and instil of form of fortitude
and focus, leading to an enlightened mitigation of reason. Is life an unholy brew of sequential fortunes
either good or bad, a chaotic mastication of ones willpower and honour? Is it a deprivation of ones sanity, a closing
down of truth, an involuntary urge towards flights of fancy, limited
stimulation, careless abandonment of actuality?
Are we doomed to never understand
or comprehend the vapid vileness of our situation and our insipid response,
putting our heads deep in the sand, buried and closed from reality? It is easier to close your eyes and envision
a better world, than open them and realise this is only an imagined creation
held tight together by the dreary incessant dirge of the deceivers. A cacophony of phony eloquence, spewed out continuously
until the ludicrous ranting of the deceivers becomes the norm.
Can one open one’s eyes to see an
actual better world, one full of good intentions and aspirations, to see all
before them as pleasant and beneficial, full of love and peace? Can one smell the heavenly scent of life itself;
take a lung-full of this precious potion of joy and happiness? Only time will tell.
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