Struggle

 

Each morning that he awakes, he struggles to begin the day.

He clutches on to the tranquil solitude of his bed for as long as he can.

He is faced, each day, with a task that seemingly has no end in sight.

Every day he searches for an answer to a question he has never asked.

A question that is as obscure and as faint as a dream or memory.

Yet he continuously struggles to seek the answer to this question.

Every moment, every action, every emotion is defined by this question.

Because of this, he had no definition as to who he was as a man.

He searched for the answers in the warmth of the body of strangers.

He struggled to find the answer at the bottom of countless bottles.

And still he could never find the answer or clarity to the question.

The question soon became his life and entangled his every ounce.

He struggles more now than ever to answer this question that plagues him.

He hopes the answer will set him free and finally give him peace.

He has struggled so fiercely that he cannot see the question is so clear.

He has fought so hard that he has failed to see the question was he.

The question and answer have always remained the same.

He has struggled so hard to make sense of something so simple.

His quest became an obsession and the obsession blinded his search.

He felt alone and defeated by the question that plagued him.

His struggle was so great that he failed to see that everyone around him

Searched for the same question and answer as he did.

Tyranny

We all take from the journey called life a lesson learned.

We all take from the journey called life a lesson learned.

A lesson that to one another is as different as the days are new.

We sometimes see what hides in the threads through closed eyes

Or completely miss the blemish on the nose on our own faces.

We take with us, as we start each cycle, the teachings of the past

Yet we still struggle to understand why we use the same wrong answers

Unaware of one another we stumble aimlessly with our indirect motives

Not realizing that each is contingent upon what we plan for tomorrow

All the plans we seek to make don’t ever come to pass and we wonder why

Could it be because we dream instead of plan and wonder instead of plot

What happens when we become self-aware and live life for ourselves

Instead of living it like the masses who look towards falseness for approval

If we could somehow strike hard and fierce with a sword of virtue and truth

Then maybe someday we could sense what is asked of us by us

But until the day we can stand on the balance of individuality and expression

We cannot think to be rid of the grasp of the tyranny of those we erected as gods.