There goes humanity yet again,
Flaunting their existential stupidity,
Celebrating another crossover into imaginary happiness.
They think themselves mighty little gods.
as they stretch their mortality to eternity.
This is that proverbial bliss of idiots, on a global scale.
Thoughtless libations to a new set of 12 months.
Who amongst us, stops to think : where is it all leading to?
An annual commotion arriving, eventually, at a gravestone.
I was told to shut up,
And empty the head of all such thought,
And it’s true, I yearn to flee that book of Ecclesiastes!
I wish for sweet wine , delicious eats & perhaps even a little romance
But He assaults my sleep,
mangles my head to pieces with his celestial insights, again & again
Find rest my little neurons
sit in the joy of this silly moment,
...Cheers to you ...
Indulge a bit little one.
but I am prey,
target for his inconvenient wisdom
I wish for a little lull
I wish for a little merriness, a little imaginary peace Jehovah.
...oh Yahweh! have mercy on my busy heart?
*Let me return to God...
*and sit there with my unrequited supplications.
* not my will but yours...yours my king
Happy new year
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