The road unfolding before us is thorny.
It's storming sweat and vagabonds;
And while it's tightening our bonds,
Our thoughts get scattered.
Above our heads, the sun is scorning—
It's burning red; its piercing rays
Are gnawing our bones. What mattered
Just a blink ago, now stays
So vaguely distant and forgotten.
It's raining lizards; we're juggling frogs
Through mists and fogs.
They were begotten of a dream
And fever which blossomed snow-white
In their favor. The dream will enter
Our lives, so lucid and milk-flavored.
The road before us never ends;
There are no tunnels—it's so bright,
So blinding. And our bonds are binding us.
Peaceful Purpose
I have noticed that in the professional sphere, as far as I have noticed, that many people choose to come to work, mainly with the intention of collecting a paycheck, which I completely understand, unfortunately, we all need money to survive in this world. I also feel very strongly about the fact that if you are going to work in a profession, you should certainly treat that profession, whatever it may be, with the dignity that its purpose entails, whether you are working in the medical field, or working at a fast food restaurant, you should do you best to do the best job you can, because when it comes right down to it, we are all humans, going through the trials, and challenges that this life can bring us, by working together.
By Kaylon Forsyth6 days ago in Humans
Comments (3)
This was thought provoking for me and full of beautifully written vivid imagery!! Great work Andrei!!
Love the imagery, especially "juggling frogs" 😁
Brilliantly styled and as surreal as always! ☺️👏