Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 diary of a Spirit
A MEANINGLESS TIME
The search for peace and tranquility
On this special day of thanks,
Is fulfillment at its best.
Nothing seems to come to mind,
Except the thought that I'm at rest.
It's quiet and I can't complain,
My mind is silent with no thought.
With no distraction to bother me,
I can finally rest my mind.
But why so many in a rush,
On this very special day.
What drives them to go to and fro,
Instead of shutting down?
Perhaps they're starved for freedom,
And it's their way of finding some.
But how can freedom be true,
When one must pay a price.
I don't understand, but it seems to me,
That freedom shouldn't cost a dime.
But where can you get it In this world that we face,
When everything has its own price.
We pay for freedom in so many ways,
So how do we get it for free.
The birds in the air, don't seem to care,
They have no reality of need.
So why do people care?
If a day should slip away,
And nothing is the agenda to fulfill.
I'm sure they'd find something,
To occupy their minds, less they end up going insane.
But why so much doing,
Instead of reflecting,
What is it, that rules man to error?
Now you know their all spiritual people,
Or at least that's what they say,
But if spirit is thought and intellect;
Then why are they consumed in the flesh.
I think they all went crazy,
From the day that air filled their lungs,
And I'm just on a joy ride,
Watching the clowns.
But I would not say it's not the same,
For those who look at me,
But they don't see me on this day,
Because I'm home and free.
Free from commitment to the flesh.
Free from the hassles of life.
Free from vain chatter and gossiping lips.
Free to just sit and think.
And think I will for the present time,
Of anything that comes to my mind.
But I hope nothing will,
So I can just sit And drift,
Through meaningless time.