Shall I sing you
a love song? Tell the secrets of the Universe in one fast chorus? What is it we seek so desperately that time cannot move quickly enough to fill our souls with food? Why is today the day we must have it all and more? Stuffing great chunks of life down fledgling throats tasting none of it along the way.Buy silicone at thirteen, face lift at thirty, each man, each woman, flavour of the week discarded after just one bite like mangoes in the wake of monkeys. Where are we rushing to so quickly we can't take the time to meet, to get acquainted, take it slow and sensual milking each moment of all its promise? I know of only one eternal destination, the grave and worms - without cremation. All so eager to meet the everlasting dark we brush past day, past life, past people not even a good morning in the rushing; building in three years what used to take a lifetime to regret, full load of baggage and lost hope.
I shall not sing a love song, I shall cast my bread and sit and wait because I have found the fish always eat it.