For You, A Question
For you a question I have.
How is it that you do it, that you continue, prosper and suffer on the same behalf.
How do you live and survive it, are you reconsidering it?
In the case of life, how do you live it?
When so much is against us, dragging our spirit.
A never ending push down alley’s cobble stone anxiety throw,
Testament to how I surely do not know.
How do you consider it?
Is it something you fight with each and every day,
To try and act faithfully and be successful as most you possibly may -
How do you contain it?
The saturation in the world of what you do,
Does it not bring you down?
Make you want to scream and coo,
Worldly possessions are only those of when you do not frown.
The saturation.
Your capacity of strength and survival.
How DO you get along so well?
Or is simply my view of you coping upon jealousy’s arrival.
The pain and suffering of knowing there are others trying to do what you do best.
Do you ignore it, or are you experiencing the same treacherous test?
The saturation.
The freedom of which you are submerged in,
Do you realize – it is your gift, is yours to keep.
That no one will take it away,
Unless you let them by coercing yourself into depression, a deep fatal sleep.
Is it images or words? Which medium do you prefer?
I will swiftly uplift you if you will do so to yours.
May you find your camino, a your road to self-knowledge and content.
Or do we continue talking, asking, is it simply the horror of our bent up selfish self?
Obsession, that is the answer I tell you now.
Nevertheless, as recognized as it is,
Why is it that I look through the lens with a worn-out soul,
The cap on the objetivo scratched, damaged.
Believing is not seeing,
It is only guessing and perhaps feeling.
Considering, do you trust yourself to continue dealing?
The saturation. The obsession.
The question. The feeling.
The jealousy. The meaning.
I see you surviving over there,
Not worrying about the other.
Focusing on you and yours,
Not letting the saturation of the rest bring you to hide and cover.
The saturation – It is under control,
Oh, I see, now I know.
For you do not let it touch you, bring you down,
You simply turn the other way, and masterfully bow.
Bow to your ambitions. To your fears alike, not,
Letting the saturation of the rest bring your pulse to a furious spike.
The saturation. The fear of not ending up on top.
How do you let it go and focus,
on that what is reality, and what is what you see through the lens.
For you, a question.
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