From the start, not knowing where the finish line is

How can you line up for the end when you don’t know where it’s marked?

How can you head in the right direction when you can’t see the guiding stars?

The stars brilliantly bright one minute and then covered in gray clouds the next.

Quickly fleeting, the only comfort and support is gone in the blink of an eye.

Not knowing when or where, not knowing how long or how much…

Only knowing that you’re here, not sure if anyone notices or not.

Knowing you’re alone in what you stand to do

Not knowing if there will be another beside you or behind you

Will they push you forward or stab you in the back, bringing you to a halt?

The stars peek out twinkling long enough for a glimmer of hope…

Before they disappear back into the world of the unknown

Your world is here, as much as you would like to be up there looking down

Your world is not shared but here and now

Your world is under the stars, and praying they wont leave you too

Your world is here…….where will you go?

Always running just to try and get a step ahead, but never knowing where that step will and, you could step on a gold mine, or into a hole of nothingness and then have to climb just to get back up on your feet.

Life is always full of the unknown, some of it good, some of it not so much…but we can’t do much except continue on and hope for the best.  Hope that eventually the bad will even out with the good and things will fall into place.  That plan that you’ve created in your mind for so long, and maybe you’ll be left to be happy, and maybe just a little less struggle will come your way, maybe just a little less of wobbly roads, and maybe something just a little more solid to stand on.

Like a whisper in the ear, it gently passes not leaving a trace

Simply an impression

You wonder if it’s real, if it really happened

Did you just imagine or is it revealed?

Thinking too hard about what you can’t prove

What you can’t be sure of…

The hidden untruths

Lie deep within the unread rules

The gaps between the lines that you can’t write on

Something that is there but unseen

So many things in life

So many unseen futures

No where to turn where there isn’t a reckoning

It doesn’t matter if the glass is half full if it never comes off the shelf

Leave the things you know to yourself

Or fight through all of the unrecoverable facts

Thinking, breathing, living

It’s pretty interesting when you look at all of the different views of the future that people have imagined.  It seems as though people have tried to imagine or even predict the future for as long as I know of.  There have been books written like 1984 because the author thought that is what the world would be like 50 years from the time of the Nazis that he was growing up in.  A time when everyone was afraid that everywhere would be taken over and controlled.  Movies are made every year it seems with a new vision of the future, from the Jetsons, The Fifth Element, etc….People love to imagine what we don’t know about the future.

I have to wonder if people try to imagine the future because it’s exciting, or because they are scared?  do they really want to know or do they just hate not knowing?  What is it about the future that draws our imaginations in?  It’s the same quality as outer space, the unknown that we want to explore, or love to imagine because the possibilities are endless.

The future is another unknown element that just can’t be ignored.  Imaginations running wild, going through the endless possibilities.

Surrounds the trapped mind

Not knowing only wondering

Thinking chaotic confusion

Circles swirling in the entrapment

Tumbling, Spinning, Something Missing

Pounding want for understanding

Falls on deaf ears

Muted by the bricks and stone

Alone and cold, you wait

Fighting the natural instinct to scream

You wait, listen, thinking

Round and Round you travel within yourself

Discovering the own horrors and depths of your mind

Finding the enclosed space of your head and thoughts to suffocate

Arms wrapping around as the only defense

The bricks and dirt close in on the spinning mind.

fluid and free

ever changing,

never knowing

unexpected

always happening.

Moving through

Living through

Immersed in the song.

The music,

The beat of our lives

Sometimes fast

Sometimes slow

Sometimes out of rhythm…

We move through the song

like a never ending dance

Keeping time

Swaying and Spinning

Never holding still

Not wanting the harmony to disappear,

We move through life’s song.

Gray…Hazy fog moves in

Gathering at the bottom of the ravine

Nothing in sight but mist

Person can’t see, comprehend

A glance through one eye

Squinting trying to see

Turn around and look

Life is made of middle ground, gray haze

The vibrant colors of day spill out in the sunrise

The colors concealed as darkness falls

Shadows of the world move in

The unknown is revealed

 What makes people paranoid about what they don’t know, why do we hesitate for opportunities to experience new things?  What is it that intimidates us?  Makes us wait and see?  What makes people wait to see someone else go first?  Why are we afraid of what we don’t know…we of course referring to our society in general….  Why does our society fear what could be looked at as exciting and new..instead so many push for traditional and sticking with what has been done in the past.  Our society seems to only want what it can know and understand, it trains people to believe that anything different from the standards set forth by the majority is wrong.  The only thing I can see this doing is making people hide who they really are so that they are not seen as different, or “wrong.”  What is the logic behind making people appear to be “normal” so that you can feel like you are in control when really you are only making more unknown variables, because now you don’t know who is really following protocol and who is just putting on a face for society to see.