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The sound of silence

There came an old man

Who sat down by me.

He had a white cane

But still he could see

The world and all in it

Much clearer than me.

 

I could hear the man’s voice,

Though he didn’t talk.

Just a tilt of the head

And a way in his walk.

 

The sound of silence alone,

Alone in the mind,

Is a sweet sound of silence,

Which flows like fine wine.

But in the company of others,

Such a feeling divine.

 

We sat there in silence,

Kindred spirits in union.

Not one word was spoken,

The most joyous communion.

 

Dazed and confused

I’m missing each day

Looking over my shoulder.

Missing in every way

Tired and much older.

Not so amused.

Dazed and confused.

Why am I looking?

Looking way out ahead.

There’s nothing out there.

It’s here in my head.

I am not amused.

Just dazed and confused.

If my mind isn’t here

Am I not present?

And where is the here?

Life seems not so pleasant.

Am I amused?

No; dazed and confused.

It’s passing me by

And nothing is clear

There’s only today

The blur is the fear.

I was once amused.

Now just dazed and confused.

No presence of mind

And fearing the worst

Not living at all.

It must be a curse.

I’m sure not amused.

Still dazed and confused.

Now mindful again.

Eyes no longer blind.

The fog starts to lift.

Clear focus of mind.

Not amused for a while.

Just dazed and confused.

Life is fun

When we were young and life was fun,

We didn’t care, we had no clue.

What was there for us to learn,

In those days before we knew?

Soon we were warned about Big G.

Of mortal sin we lived in fear.

JC would save us from our woes.

The Holy Ghost may not appear.

Then came a man with sparkling eyes,

With silver tongue and many lies.

But you saw through his fake disguise,

And tales of how to live and die.

We searched for meaning of some kind.

Egoless with no false pride.

We left our worldly goods behind,

And travelled far and often wide.

We lazed on islands of the East,

And filled our lungs with pristine air.

We gorged ourselves on nature’s feast,

And other stuff we should not dare.

When the well it did run dry

We had not found the Holy Grail.

Back to the start we had to fly

But never thought that we did fail.

We worked and strove in boring ways,

To fill the pot again and dream

Of soon, when we would spend more days,

Wandering again, perchance to dream.

So this is life’s eternal search.

Back and forth we go and come.

The only one we have to teach,

Is our self, that life is fun.