So it is another day. the sun rose as predicted
And i feel okay.. i feel good, relatively

I stopped questioning the emotions long ago, i just obey
From happy to furious and from ecstatic to psychotic... i am what i feel like these days

Of course I want to be a buddhist monk, and find the good in every moment
Evading the cynicism and negative with bruce lee reflexes

I dont want to need to tell people how I am, I want them to know I am doing well
I want my personality (the only thing that is real) to indicate more than anything else that I let nothing at all get to me...not even the death of my child.

Not even the death of my child.

Because my strength is like bruce lee's

You happily configure your body for rest

From a day most likely misspent

From morning to evening, every minute compressed

Wanting to be content

Your head finds the pillow and your arms hug the sheets

But your mind is still at a loss

This close-minded culture that you thought you could beat

Has nailed you firm to your cross

The weeks may seem to hint at progress

And the months symbolic of growth

But the unending obstacles and eternal stress

Negate the existence of both

you are tired in life and tired in bed

you are but perpetually dreaming

day after day, till all humans are dead

we are strugglers searching for meaning