You reach a certain age and you realise
we are all just waiting in line
watching people die
waiting for our number to be called
the only certainty we have about life
is that life is a death sentence
so enjoy it while it lasts.
as we pace about our waiting rooms
of perfect lives, perfect bodies
nice house and garden
the perfect love story
we work, in varying capacities
to achieve great things
weighing ourselves against the competition
We get by
shuffling our feet, slouching in front of TV Sets
that feed us dreams and bullshit
we buy the bullshit-
hopeful of success but clueless on what it takes
mortality creeps up on us
as we sleepwalk
carelessly stumbling on addictions, habits and greed
we dance across the tightrope of time
as though immune to danger.
What a waste,
to spend a lifetime finding our balance
to slip, fall and find no safety net beneath us
what a tragic shame
we don’t love each other enough
to show respect, understanding and kindness
don’t appreciate each other
don’t care until it’s over.
we turn a blind eye until all hope is gone
wake up suddenly regretful, feeling sorry for ‘ourselves’
tears are reserved for the living, my friend
you were born to ‘feel’.
You’ll reach a certain age and realise.