Monday, November 1, 2010

It is the dream & They spin obscure fates, those mysterious fatespinners, yes they do...

It is the dream

It is the dream that
makes the life worthwhile,
the joy of success, the joy of progress.
Like the knife and the scream,
me and my self-esteem,
and the penny and the dime,
and a pantomime
without a tongue...
...sung in the lyrics of a song,
the dream and the long-long
feeling of joy go together.
And never will fate
come to me, state
her business,
for I you see
am free.
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I hope you liked that short poem. It is about time I put some effort into writing this blog - never mind that I wrote it in the very latest ten minutes I could afford. What I wanted to say with that, however, is similar to Albert Camus' idea of the meaning of life. One must create his or her own meaning in life and rejoice. No, I haven't found one yet. I guess it'll take about five years. But when you live for beauty then nothing really matters... Anyone can see I am happy.

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