Comme mon monde tourne
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Blahness and Wankerisms
"Aim high," they tell you. And you agree. And you set goals and aims and targets. You reach for the stars, and plan out a route -- you build a stairway to heaven.
And then you start climbing. You're nearing the last step. You're ecstatic. You jump. And then you realize that the last-step isn't there. The stairway that you built was incomplete. For a second you hang there in mid-air. And then you start falling...
And you come crashing down, and lay there in the mud-and-the-muck -- twitching-and-dying.
You over-shot -- you thought you could do a lot more than you actually can. Realization strikes too late -- in the moment that you hung there in mid-air, before you came crashing down..before you lay there in the mud-and-muck -- twitching-and-dying...
And then you start climbing. You're nearing the last step. You're ecstatic. You jump. And then you realize that the last-step isn't there. The stairway that you built was incomplete. For a second you hang there in mid-air. And then you start falling...
And you come crashing down, and lay there in the mud-and-the-muck -- twitching-and-dying.
You over-shot -- you thought you could do a lot more than you actually can. Realization strikes too late -- in the moment that you hung there in mid-air, before you came crashing down..before you lay there in the mud-and-muck -- twitching-and-dying...
2 Comments:
Nicely said :)
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