Life, the center of every living organism on this planet, some though, more important than others. We all "feed" off something whilst we know it or not. That's our only way to survive, to live, to have life. A good friend of mines once told me for every action there's always a re-action just waiting to happen. Sometimes it can be a good one or bad. Can it be we can control our actions to differ the re-actions? Is this why we dream, to take our minds off the re-actions of our actions? Why can't we just live life without thinking or worrying about the next step; or worrying about how to survive? I ask myself these questions day and night but fail to brainstorm an answer.
Am I just a tool? An anvil is a perfect example, and the rest of the world is the hammer. You pound at me all day and all night but yet I refuse to crack, to mend into your part of life. Yes, I'm a tool. Only one purpose and the purpose is to take continues pounds. One after another, day by day, the hammer pounds on the anvil, until the hammer has done what it needed to do or what it needed to take, but the anvil just sits quietly, continuing to take another hit; another slow, progressing smack. That's it's only purpose, one objective, goal. We are the widow-makers of life, and I'm the widower. Condoned inside myself, around life.
So mend me all you want, hammer me in all ways you can. Life is just a big tool, and life is life. This poet has seen enough, transcend.
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