Stuck in the Past: A Poem

During that earliest and so blessed age

we were little sponges absorbing it all

without a past to repeat at that stage

eagerly answering to the future call.

Not burdened as yet with experience of stress

we had much enthusiasm and energy galore

while life was too young to turn into a mess

it was all about learning more, and more.

But after many testing years had passed

with those unexpected complex demands

stress was accumulating steadily and fast

as we suddenly got too much on our hands.

At that point life became too much

that exploring curiosity was gone

and so we lost its magic touch

years just going on and on.

We shifted mind's gears to automatic

starting to act out a programmed past

mind turning lazy and somewhat static

with every new thought resembling last.

So we keep drifting through routines of life

new stresses and old ones easily matched

wallowing in copies of the well familiar strife

now living the past and from future detached.

Thinking those same thoughts from year into year

feeling the same emotions and nothing to create

and it even feels normal operating in that gear

as it has become a well fixed personality trait.

Hey, could we wake up from past and start anew

to implement thoughts no matter how strange

to stir up new emotions just out of the blue

daring to explore, courageous to change.

Not to expect any entrance with pomp

into a new lane of life dynamic and fast

but like a swim in the river after a swamp

just to remove from mouth the taste of past.