Meandering

Let it all fall away.
It's gone for now.
Just let it fall away to nothing.
There's nothing in the world to touch you,
nothing on earth to worry you.
You can drift on the air for a while,
and not have to worry about a thing.
You can let your mind wander,
and wherever it goes is just fine.
You don't have to be anything, for now.
Nobody's going to judge you here,
nobody's going to say you don't measure up.
You don't have to defend yourself here.
Nobody's going to say you don't measure up.
You don't have to defend yourself here.
It's okay to relax, to let the world fall away.
You don't always have to be in control.
You don't always have to keep up appearances.
You don't always have to follow your purpose.
It's okay to let go for a while.
You can watch the sunset
and contemplate the nature of language and consciousness,
or something.
Something that seemed so deep and meaningful
but never put food on the table.
Something people love to say they care about
even though they don't really care about it.
It just makes you look deep.
And I ask myself why I still bother with poetry.
(It's hardly even poetry these days, really.)
At least something in my life can be pointless,
I guess is the point.
At least poetry can be pointless, useless, meandering.
There's nothing more terrible than a goal.
A goal sucks the uselessness out of life.
You give up everything for a goal, you know?
You can't indulge your emotions anymore.
You can't enjoy things just because you like them.
You don't have time for all that.
You've got to turn and face the terrifying center of everything.
And you can't look away.
You have to train yourself to face it,
face it every day,
face it down and bend it to your will.
(I think there are points that people reach
where their personalities either dissolve,
or crystallize.
You either go back to nature,
or you become the machine they've molded you into.
It's not exactly like that, I guess.
But this is a poem,
and it's okay for poems to be pointless.)

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