Some days when I write, I try to make it perfect. I go over each line, every phrase – I even go as far as double checking meanings… Sometimes even looking for rhymes or near rhymes.
Then I try to figure out a suitable title – should I go for something obvious? something riddled?
Only when I feel like I have reached the standard I set for myself would I put a post up.
However, on some other days, I can’t even think of what to title my poem… and I can never really decide if what I’ve written sends a clear cut message.
So here’s a rough draft – maybe one day I’ll finish it, or edit it – or perhaps I’ll leave it just the way it is… as a reminder that not everything in life can be perfect…
“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves – regret for the past and fear of the future. – Fulton Oursler”
What more is it about life
That some things scare us to tremor
What intrigue agitates a superiority in life
What toll is greater…
Greater than trying to trade CO2 for our lives
Is life a battle of superiority?
Or perhaps, what I should be asking is…
ISNT LIFE A BATTLE OF SUPERIORITY?
Isn’t the struggle, the fight, the pains…
The woes, sorrow and eternal war of superiority – all vanity?
** Photo credit – Procedural Drawing