I've been obsessing about success quite a lot lately.
Isn't it just chasing after my own shadow?
From dreaming, to working hard, to achieving my goal,
what then? What then, of the fall from great heights?
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At last, recognition, praise, admiration!
Yet how empty, distant the acclamations;
A moment, an hour, a month later?
Realizing the path trumps the outcome tenfold, hundredfold!
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Fantasizing about the seemingly impossible,
about that all-important idea, intoxicating.
Not at all the same as a bored confused dog,
barking and chasing after cars, one after the other
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How absurd are any goals, when we dare face lucidity.
An empty life sprinkled with a few shining medals
akin to a night sky, over the chasm, the overwhelming
dread that is our repetetive everyday lives
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Of hiding away at home, paralysed and numb,
escaping ourselves, our true nature, for mere shadows on a wall
A promotion, at last recognition, finishing a project
or mastering a skill, climbing that hill... Surely you jest
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Strolling the frozen road, in the dead of night,
I gaze at the houses, lit and warm, I picture these people
hiding away in comfort and lies, not even alive,
and walking down under the few stars that shine through
I face the tall spiked wall that is human nature;
to go through the motions, whatever happens, for that
is all we can do, comes success or death
About the Creator
YonathanJ
I've been an avid reader for as long as I remember, and a writer since childhood. Crafting stories fascinate me. I write to share my outlook on life, that is often taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy my writings
Comments (1)
Yes. Yet the adventure of life is enthralling; sometimes tragic or annoying; yet we continue on. Nice piece!!