Ingrained

redmosquito10redmosquito10 Posts: 568
edited August 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
As I gaze at the sand I’m struck by history.
I feel like I've been through a lot,
but this tiny grain was once part of a mountain.
And has been reduced to this.
And I haven’t heard it complain once.
Seems to be a pretty accurate analog for life.
When you're as broken down and feeling as small as possible
it’s so much easier to let go of it all, and let the tides of life take you where they will.
And maybe that’s the best way to be.
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    I really enjoyed reading this poem. I enjoyed reading it over again the second, and third, time, too.
    Feels Good Inc.
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