Perhaps the discovery was an accident but then again, as Oogway said, perhaps there are no accidents. In light of what has transpired since, it seems more likely that being in the right place at the right time wasn’t an accident either. Then again, as more time lapses, it begs the question if it indeed was the right place and the right time at all. Thoughts that the mind has been lost keep cropping up over and over again. Then again, to think as lucidly and be able to analyse all the mindboggling events with a clear head cannot be coupled with insanity…but hasn’t genius always been fraught with insanity? Perhaps all the logic being sought is simply to justify the lack of insanity or as has been made evident, to justify one’s own existence in whatever way tangible. Is there really as much genius though? Perhaps discovering them might suggest a fraction of genius but then again, it could all just have been an accident…or maybe not, if Oogway is right. And they say Oogway was right. Wiser than us all.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Friday, December 14, 2012
The Journey to Nothingness
Its a long journey to a nothingness that awaits
Sometimes to me, it doesn't really make much sense
What is it that we trudge on for, what is it we think we'll get?
Do we really believe that there is hope for us, that another beginning shall be found at the end?
There are many milestones littered all along the path we walk
Many journeymen who like us carry on in the hope of gathering irrefutable wisdom
So why is it that we refuse to listen and learn? But choose instead to teach and talk?
And why is it that we can't fathom that wisdom awaits not along the path but right at the end?
Its a strange situation to have to find wisdom in nothing
To have to receive all of life's answers without a real choice
I suppose that's the reason we wanna get through every single day, no matter how rotten
To delay the darkness of the inevitable nothingness, to hold on to our emotions, our thoughts, our voice...
Yet, the further I get, the more human I realise I am and with each step, slower I wanna go
Taking time to give away more than I have been given, more than I have gotten
You may not agree with my thoughts on life and what I think I know
But it doesn't really matter, I'll be remembered long after you've been forgotten.
Sometimes to me, it doesn't really make much sense
What is it that we trudge on for, what is it we think we'll get?
Do we really believe that there is hope for us, that another beginning shall be found at the end?
There are many milestones littered all along the path we walk
Many journeymen who like us carry on in the hope of gathering irrefutable wisdom
So why is it that we refuse to listen and learn? But choose instead to teach and talk?
And why is it that we can't fathom that wisdom awaits not along the path but right at the end?
Its a strange situation to have to find wisdom in nothing
To have to receive all of life's answers without a real choice
I suppose that's the reason we wanna get through every single day, no matter how rotten
To delay the darkness of the inevitable nothingness, to hold on to our emotions, our thoughts, our voice...
Yet, the further I get, the more human I realise I am and with each step, slower I wanna go
Taking time to give away more than I have been given, more than I have gotten
You may not agree with my thoughts on life and what I think I know
But it doesn't really matter, I'll be remembered long after you've been forgotten.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Pieces of My Life that I've Left in You
Leave alone look you in the eyes,
I know no matter where I go
I wouldn't find happiness again even if I tried...
The best times of my life were in the moments I've spent with you
Yet here I stand thinking there's something else that means more,
I guess I've always been good at lying to myself
Maybe even after you, I'll be able to live with myself, just the way I had before...
I try to muster up the courage to speak
But the words swimming in my head can't find my voice,
Some part of me wonders why I still wanna do this now
And some part tells me I don't really have a choice...
I know I'm gonna spend a lifetime in regret
When I'm grey and older I'll realise I hadn't thought this through,
But maybe someday we'll be together again when I've found what I need
And maybe someday I'll be back, to collect the pieces of my life that I've left in you...
Thursday, November 01, 2012
What would happen if you really tried?
Would you come to terms with all that you hold bottled inside?
Or would you be up way past 2 am?
And wonder 'how the heck did everything change?'
What kind of emotions do you reckon, inside would stir?
When you'd look back at everything, only to wonder how you got where you were?
What would you ask yourself in the lonely nights you spend wide awake?
Would you seek reasons for all the opportunities you've missed, all the chances you didn't take?
Or like me, would you look back on the day that just passed you by?
And tell yourself 'Dude, don't drink two cups of coffee man, that shit really does get you high!'
Would you come to terms with all that you hold bottled inside?
Or would you be up way past 2 am?
And wonder 'how the heck did everything change?'
What kind of emotions do you reckon, inside would stir?
When you'd look back at everything, only to wonder how you got where you were?
What would you ask yourself in the lonely nights you spend wide awake?
Would you seek reasons for all the opportunities you've missed, all the chances you didn't take?
Or like me, would you look back on the day that just passed you by?
And tell yourself 'Dude, don't drink two cups of coffee man, that shit really does get you high!'
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Vagaries of Youth
Vagaries of youth, that have carried us till now
Despite the odds, they've gotten us this far somehow
The hopes, the desires, the impulses and the foolish courage with which they fired us on
Through those tough, dark nights, till the crack of dawn
I fear though, that they have now begun to wane
As a cool calculated self replaces the insane
Though this is what I'd hoped I'd eventually become
When long ago, of my future I had dreamt once
And I've worked hard to be who I now am
As everything has been part of a carefully laid plan
But here I am with my plate full, unaware of what's falling off the side
And disconcertingly so, I seem to be taking it all in my stride
I wish I were apprehensive of what lies ahead
Instead of being filled with this confidence that fills my head
I wish I could dream again, of dreams that aren't seen by anyone
But I can't anymore, the vagaries of my youth are waning away, and I fear, they may soon be long gone....
Despite the odds, they've gotten us this far somehow
The hopes, the desires, the impulses and the foolish courage with which they fired us on
Through those tough, dark nights, till the crack of dawn
I fear though, that they have now begun to wane
As a cool calculated self replaces the insane
Though this is what I'd hoped I'd eventually become
When long ago, of my future I had dreamt once
And I've worked hard to be who I now am
As everything has been part of a carefully laid plan
But here I am with my plate full, unaware of what's falling off the side
And disconcertingly so, I seem to be taking it all in my stride
I wish I were apprehensive of what lies ahead
Instead of being filled with this confidence that fills my head
I wish I could dream again, of dreams that aren't seen by anyone
But I can't anymore, the vagaries of my youth are waning away, and I fear, they may soon be long gone....
Lying in my bed and I'm being driven mad
Thoughts running nineteen to the dozen and its another sleepless night for this lad
A dripping tap that's taken up tonight's musical chores
I was supposed to be dreaming by now, drifting away to distant shores
As ever though, when I'm reminiscing, everything seems to have been so good
Yet, I'm filled with this incessant desire to go back and redo it differently if I could
What's with this inane desire I wonder, to turn back time
When everything's good with me, this life is worthy of being mine
I guess its comforting to look back and tell yourself you're smarter than before
That if you had another chance to make a fool of yourself, perhaps now, you wouldn't be as sure
But you're still here, and you still can't see that you're making another mistake
So someday you can reminisce by yourself, when at 2 am, you lie wide awake....
Thoughts running nineteen to the dozen and its another sleepless night for this lad
A dripping tap that's taken up tonight's musical chores
I was supposed to be dreaming by now, drifting away to distant shores
As ever though, when I'm reminiscing, everything seems to have been so good
Yet, I'm filled with this incessant desire to go back and redo it differently if I could
What's with this inane desire I wonder, to turn back time
When everything's good with me, this life is worthy of being mine
I guess its comforting to look back and tell yourself you're smarter than before
That if you had another chance to make a fool of yourself, perhaps now, you wouldn't be as sure
But you're still here, and you still can't see that you're making another mistake
So someday you can reminisce by yourself, when at 2 am, you lie wide awake....
Lying in my bed and I'm being driven mad
Thoughts running nineteen to the dozen and its another sleepless night for this lad
A dripping tap that's taken up tonight's musical chores
I was supposed to be dreaming by now, drifting away to distant shores
As ever though, when I'm reminiscing, everything seems to have been so good
Yet, I'm filled with this incessant desire to go back and redo it differently if I could
What's with this inane desire I wonder, to turn back time
When everything's good with me, this life is worthy of being mine
I guess its comforting to look back and tell yourself you're smarter than before
That if you had another chance to make a fool of yourself, perhaps now, you wouldn't be as sure
But you're still here, and you still can't see that you're making another mistake
So someday you can reminisce by yourself, when at 2 am, you lie wide awake....
Thoughts running nineteen to the dozen and its another sleepless night for this lad
A dripping tap that's taken up tonight's musical chores
I was supposed to be dreaming by now, drifting away to distant shores
As ever though, when I'm reminiscing, everything seems to have been so good
Yet, I'm filled with this incessant desire to go back and redo it differently if I could
What's with this inane desire I wonder, to turn back time
When everything's good with me, this life is worthy of being mine
I guess its comforting to look back and tell yourself you're smarter than before
That if you had another chance to make a fool of yourself, perhaps now, you wouldn't be as sure
But you're still here, and you still can't see that you're making another mistake
So someday you can reminisce by yourself, when at 2 am, you lie wide awake....
I've been young for far too long
Growing up now, just feels so wrong
There must be a better way, to live this life
Than mundane days and a 9 to 5
I should've dreamt, better than I dared
Or perhaps for my dreams, better cared
Maybe some day, I'll finally understand
The truth of my ways, that right now I can't
And maybe make peace, with all that I left behind
When I dreamt of my life and then pretended I was blind....
Growing up now, just feels so wrong
There must be a better way, to live this life
Than mundane days and a 9 to 5
I should've dreamt, better than I dared
Or perhaps for my dreams, better cared
Maybe some day, I'll finally understand
The truth of my ways, that right now I can't
And maybe make peace, with all that I left behind
When I dreamt of my life and then pretended I was blind....
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Unendingly
That feeling you stoke in my heart, when your fingers are snuggled in mine
That warmth you spread within me, when you wrap your hand around my arm as we walk side by side.
That feeling you drown me in, when you look at me with love in your eyes.
That moment when I'm thinking of you, lying alone in bed, somewhere far away, and I realise, I love you, unendingly.
That warmth you spread within me, when you wrap your hand around my arm as we walk side by side.
That feeling you drown me in, when you look at me with love in your eyes.
That moment when I'm thinking of you, lying alone in bed, somewhere far away, and I realise, I love you, unendingly.
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Green Hills
From the light green grass by the roadside to the dark green hues on mountains afar
Every weekend when I pass by these roads I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt
For I am the reason that men have mauled all this beauty with the concrete snake we've built
I wonder if we'll live to face the consequences of what we've done
In the pursuit of our little patches of happiness under the sun
But I've gotta be honest, for I'm as human as can be
And though I am moved and enchanted by all that I see
I've gotta admit that if it weren't for men who strip the Earth bare
Men like me, would never be filled with such care
I wish I could spell what I see but my words won't suffice
So let me leave you with a few snippets in 3x5s...
In the pursuit of our little patches of happiness under the sun
But I've gotta be honest, for I'm as human as can be
And though I am moved and enchanted by all that I see
I've gotta admit that if it weren't for men who strip the Earth bare
Men like me, would never be filled with such care
I wish I could spell what I see but my words won't suffice
So let me leave you with a few snippets in 3x5s...
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