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Life or the living? This charlatan of a magician
We want to believe we had a dream,
As a kid, reckless, careless, cheerful, forgetful
We must have had a dream, everybody says so…
We cling to that forgotten dream,
Gone with the wind for mysterious reasons.
Now adult and mad, for never recalling what was this beautiful dream
And we create another delusional dream,
Weaved out of and around the skills and talents we scrambled feverishly to acquire and boast of.
And we go crazy, seeing the world in black and white,
Struggling to be convinced that a dream must be an all-right world
Fighting the Great Evil, the Great Satan, master of all the wrong values
And we commit the most absurd acts of violence
On these criminal elements, poisoning our dream value system,
And we go on rampage, carrying banners of the most idiotic arbitrary concepts
Mid-age:
We blame our disillusion on these chaotic and vile realities that is life,
This “foul dust”
Fooling us on a full moonlight
Watching this staircase, a ladder to heaven,
Perched up high to suck on the pap of life
“Gulping down the incomparable milk of wonder…”
Along the way, we missed
These streaks of happy moments,
Failed to observe the real people
Characters rich in complex reality of life.
Along the way, we got lost, and we missed
To empathize with the pain, frustration of all the others’
Diverse dreamers of all kinds of “illusory dreams“,
Just like ours…
This foul dust amidst our chimeric failure,
To whatever we convinced ourselves we were after. for success and happiness
And we are getting old, really old,
And we reach this famous conclusion that
It was all illusion, a drama we played on this comical stage
As if we ever started with anything more than a delusional dream.
Loss of the illusion,
This heavy baggage grown-ups carry and nurse
To enjoy this acrid taste:
Licking our self-made wounds
The hero who wants to end a martyr
For all the dreamers of a better world…
And we missed the reveries, sources of our impossible imagination,
We missed the fact that the rock of our world
“Was and should be founded on a fairy’s wing”
Note: Borrowed a few sentences from Fitzgerald novels
This charlatan magician that is life
Posted by: adonis49 on: November 15, 2012
This charlatan magician that is life
We want to believe we had a dream,
As a kid, reckless, careless, cheerful, forgetful
We must have had a dream, everybody says so…
We cling to that forgotten dream,
Gone with the wind for mysterious reasons.
Now adult and mad, for never recalling what was this beautiful dream
And we create another delusional dream,
Weaved out of and around the skills and talents we scrambled feverishly to acquire and boast of.
And we go crazy, seeing the world in black and white,
Struggling to be convinced that a dream must be an all-right world
Fighting the Great Evil, the Great Satan, master of all the wrong values
And we commit the most absurd acts of violence
On these criminal elements, poisoning our dream value system,
And we go on rampage, carrying banners of the most idiotic arbitrary concepts
Mid-age:
We blame our disillusion on these chaotic and vile realities that is life,
This “foul dust”
Fooling us on a full moonlight
Watching this staircase, a ladder to heaven,
Perched up high to suck on the pap of life
“Gulping down the incomparable milk of wonder…”
Along the way, we missed
Streaks of happy moments,
Failed to observe the real people
Characters rich in complex reality of life.
Along the way, we got lost, and we missed
To empathize with the pain, frustration of all the others’
Diverse dreamers of all kinds of “illusory dreams“,
Just like ours…
This foul dust amidst our chimeric failure,
To whatever we convinced ourselves we were after.
And we are getting old, really old,
And we reach this famous conclusion that
It was all illusion, a drama we played on this comical stage
As if we ever started with anything more than a delusional dream.
Loss of the illusion,
This heavy baggage grown-ups carry and nurse
To enjoy this acrid taste:
Licking our self-made wounds
The hero who wants to end a martyr
For all the dreamers of a better world…
And we missed the reveries, sources of our impossible imagination,
We missed the fact that the rock of our world
“Was and should be founded on a fairy’s wing”
Note: Borrowed a few sentences from Fitzgerald novels
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