Good-bye

The mind has a tendency--
when not properly looked after--
to make decisions
you may or may not be aware of it having
made.

What you have to look for,
and believe me I’m not trying
to tell you how to
live your life, are the briefest breaks
in your

consciousness:

those seemingly throw-away decisions
you might even audibly deny to yourself
are decision that have already been
decided.

It is possible to overcome--
with the caveat of extremely hard
work—these pre-fab
decisions, but it is rare to want to work that
hard.

Seeking in the unfortunate depths of my soul
for what I know is never going to be where I’m
looking seems seemingly psychotic, hey?

And yet I’m a moth.

Trite expressions still mean something sometimes,
don’t they?

At the very least they did,
and oughtn’t we acclaim where
acclaim is due?

The fact of the matter is that I know now
no, not now,
right now,
what is going to happen to me.

Is it magic?
A crystal ball?
Taro?

How can you know?

A) Generally speaking
B) An understanding of human desire
C) An understanding of my desire

You see
it IS desire that drives us.

What’s hard
is knowing what we ought

to desire.

At any rate:
Go.
We usually get what we really, deeply want
(we even work for it subconsciously).
Anonymity – in a sense.

Oh to seek for life in the act of living is insanity.
Oh it’s there.
Oh it’s beautiful.
Oh it’s invisible.
Oh it’s tangible.

But one ought never to seek out life:
the living of life is enough,
and one ought to be joyous in doing
simply that.

We are all built to fail eventually.
In a way I’m waiting for eventuality,
working as earnestly as possible
to avoid the most probable possibilities,
and loving consistently.

But always sneaking into my mind
are notions of intellectual freedom
available to the seeker who seeks
them far from the madding crowd.