sans projet de vie
June 12, 2020daily events fleetingly illuminated
by a sunbeam reflected on the string of pearls
that I wear under my veil of darkness;
you have to work for a living, i tell myself in the mirror;
stern clouds stare at me through the window;
you need un projet de vie, a viable plan in the competitive job market.
there’s no fire in you - stop wasting your time daydreaming;
you’re just a thinking animal fighting for survival - we all are.
the thinking part is seldom of any use:
it breeds sadness, disenchantment, screams stuck in your throat;
sometimes even madness - a kind of toxic excitement
that grows black roots in your mind;
hundreds of dead wings are buried
deeper and deeper in your dreams, choking reality;
a keen self-awareness may yet save you
but how can you lift the curtain of smoke and deceit?
oh, the squalor and suffering they have wrought:
those who knew nothing, those of little faith;
there was a time when gods were walking among us;
now we feed on their ashes.