Delusion
November, 2007 Filed in: Poetry
We go through life pretending
that we know where we are going.
As if we had a roadmap with
directions to the future.
We dream of what will be
and act as if entitled.
And we plan convinced that dreams
are tangible and real.
We live oblivious to all those things
we can't control,
the surprises in life that
ought not be so surprising...
The incomprehensible illnes
that cuts a young life short.
The screaming whisper that makes you realize
"I can't do this anymore."
The random spark that ignites dry brush
in a place you've never heard of.
The midnight call that forces you
to pack your life in trash bags.
We daydream about where we're going,
yet we don't know were we are.
We dream and paint the future
and fail to see the color in today.
Absorb the present moment!
For only it is tangible and real.
The past is only that,
and the future is a fantasy until it becomes the now.
But pay attention to each now,
for in each there is a hint
of the difference bewteen where we think we're going
and where we finally arrive.
© 2007 Roberto Rodriguez
that we know where we are going.
As if we had a roadmap with
directions to the future.
We dream of what will be
and act as if entitled.
And we plan convinced that dreams
are tangible and real.
We live oblivious to all those things
we can't control,
the surprises in life that
ought not be so surprising...
The incomprehensible illnes
that cuts a young life short.
The screaming whisper that makes you realize
"I can't do this anymore."
The random spark that ignites dry brush
in a place you've never heard of.
The midnight call that forces you
to pack your life in trash bags.
We daydream about where we're going,
yet we don't know were we are.
We dream and paint the future
and fail to see the color in today.
Absorb the present moment!
For only it is tangible and real.
The past is only that,
and the future is a fantasy until it becomes the now.
But pay attention to each now,
for in each there is a hint
of the difference bewteen where we think we're going
and where we finally arrive.
© 2007 Roberto Rodriguez
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