The Mental Marathon: Poem
I wrote these lyrics about five or six years ago, and I recently came across them again. I've made a few revisions and decided to share them here. I'm not sure what i was going through when I wrote them and now I think the lyrics are a bit too abstract for my taste, but it's interesting for me to see my changing poetic styles of the years so I thought perhaps my hubpage readers would also be interested in this growth.
I'd be interested in your thoughts so, without further adieu...
THE MENTAL MARATHON
The answer is so close— beckoning,
yet the question remains a mystery.
I'm not even sure why there seems to be
a confusion constantly lingering.
I pursue this riddle without relent,
but I can't pin down this discontent
I'm sorry if this seems to be
a rambling piece of trigonometry.
My mind is running circles around my head
and the certainty beyond and what awaits the dead
clashes with the world here and now
and I need to slow it down somehow.
The void in my heart
is a void no longer
I don't despair about forever
But icy tentacles grip my heart
(Maybe I'm not listening
as I should with each endeavor)
Maybe I don't need to know
Maybe I'm overthinking
But I can't stop this mental harassment
please grant me clarity)
all rights reserved. copyright Justin W. Price March 10, 2012