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Reinventing the Wheel: a Poem
Using those same models of ancestral living
we keep ourselves busy reinventing the wheel
just becoming masters at self-deceiving
for day-after-day life is an identical deal.
Toys being different but players don't change
we love and we hate and we get bored the same
nothing about us has ever been strange
it's all the same crap, all familiar game.
We are thinking thoughts of the last year
and they just fall heavier on our pride
with all New Year's resolutions being still there
buried in the past although never died.
So we see new movies and wear new shoes
but other than those toys we bring in nothing more
stuck in inertia which makes us refuse
to reinvent ourselves, our truth, our core.
Could we wake up different and willing to outgrow
that yesteryear's self and its way of being
and reinvent life by redirecting its flow
to see a different reality than we have been seeing.