The bell was ringing once again.
Cutting in its tone and taste.
Sounding out to all and none, saying:
"Listen, listen, listen..."
Other sounds play off the tempo of the ringing.
City noise...
Autos and horns...
Birds singing along with the night...
Saying:
"Listen, listen, listen..."
I stand freezing, alone.
The bells call but I heed them not.
I am beyond hearing.
Beyond listening...
These noises move and taste of yesterday.
They sound of emptiness and cold.
The bells ring and ring...
Calling.
Demanding I be something I am not, saying:
"Listen, listen, listen"
I hear them not...
Nice poem. When I feel like that, I tell the voices and noises where they can shove it, and then I go do whatever I want cause it's my life and I'm the captain of my own freakin' ship. Life isn't a spectator sport. Get in the game and live it! Ignoring the voices or trying not to hear them still leaves you in a passive, receiving position. Forget passive. Take charge! It's OK to be the person you already are or want to become. You don't need to ask permission, and if you really think you do, here, I give you permission. Now go out and do it!
ReplyDelete*Disclaimer: If you were thinking of doing something illegal or really stupid in nature, maybe you SHOULD listen to the voices saying that it is illegal or really stupid, and not do it.