Same old, same old.
Love not coming
Stalled, incomprehensible
Present, there.
Not out of reach, but.
That which I already know
Unsatisfying.
How did I come to this?
Like a magnet set exactly
The opposite polarity.
A note of anger,
Unsettled. Unnerved.
Why do I bring this out
In people?
I must have let myself become
The wrong type of guy.
Perhaps I engage too much
In solitary activities.
Perhaps I have lost touch
With whatever life is about.
"Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when you were not: that gives us no concern. Why then should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be? To die is only to be as we were before we were born." William Hazlitt, essayist (1778-1830)
"My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad." Olive Schreiner, author (1855-1920)
"Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed." Herman Melville, novelist and poet (1819-1891)