in the drop drop of this dreary town
i hear your pulse pulse from home.
the bllink blink of these traffic lights
warn me...tick tock gone.
Time hasn't stood still for me or you
Time hasn't become what I wanted it to.
Your eyes scream at me
your voice stares.
and I'm paralyzed (but do you care?)
it's not too hard to say, "Yes that's who I'll be"
when you're ten, but
When it matters, you have to pretend its true.
But then everything happens,
and the tightly wound
ball of wool is
knotted and silent.
and they'll all look at you and say: that girl, she's got it under control.
but you smile because no place in the rules
did they say you had to.
This is how we live: this every-thing and no-thing
all tied up in His ball of string
with plans and possibilities
that are
more than everything; less than nothing.
-Judith Keefe// March 19, 2009.
2 comments:
I still think we should make our own plans lol
I didn't say His plan was how it actually worked. I said it's how we live (or atleast how we've been told we live).
This is questioning the dominance of the idea of a predetermined future, that we waste time and never achive; versus the emerging idea that we can actually make our own life from previous knowledge and experience -- ultimately our own decisions.
I'm still torn between which is best because in some respects not having a plan is worse than trying to follow one. At some point you do have to give into someone's idea of success, whether it be your parents, your own, or some higher divinity's (the most unknown of all).
I'm still not sure but This is a possibility. :) This is where I am right now...undecided.
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