A Muddy Tire, or Just Keep Spinning

A Muddy Tire, or Just Keep Spinning

A Poem by Brenden Taylor
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Everybody's got a routine...

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A tire gets stuck in the mud,
the tread gets filled with soggy, decomposed earth
and you don’t move - you can’t move.
But…do you want to move?
I mean, just keep spinning in the same place,
and the mud will smooth over
into one slick, seamless, perfect circle. And isn’t that what people want?
Seamless perfection?
Isn’t that what some people waste decades trying to find?
But you have it here and now: perfection.
You got it! You made it!
You felt it - heaven.

But…you still can’t move.
So should you change your mind,
too bad, so sad.

It may form a perfect circle, yes,
spinning in place for some time
and smoothing over into a slick surface,
and for where the tire's at, it’s expected
and becomes the norm,
but then there’s no traction, no leverage,
no progress - you can't get better.

PUSH HARDER!
GIVE IT SOME GAS!

It’s the only solution that makes sense,
therefore it is the only solution that is employed,
but it’s not what’s needed.
More aggression makes the tire spin faster,
but it can’t go anywhere because it’s so full
of the very thing that it tried to overcome;
it’s so caught up in trying to do the same thing
over and over and over and over,
seeking salvation in successive compulsion.

YOU'RE NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH!

Discouraging screams and defragmenting rebukes
caesarically stabbing you from every angle;
they now call you Sisyphus
as they scream your ever-recurring failure from the skyscrapers.

Some people spend their whole life in the
same routine: work…paycheck…pay bills…
rinse and repeat…
because it’s what helps them get by
and offers only a glimpse
of hope for a better outcome;
but the tire is still spinning in place
and a retrograde transformation takes place:

the tire begins to change shape, lose form,
lose the tough outer covering, tread and all body,
hollows out, and turns into a hamster wheel,
and we the hamsters,
in order to form a more perfect life,
just keep spinning,
without ever taking an initiative for progress.

Because we have been spoon-fed by our big brothers certain unalienable rights:
 
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Life - because we live;
Liberty - because we choose how to live;
and the Pursuit of Happiness,
because we can always pursue it,
but never catch it.

© 2013 Brenden Taylor


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Nice and honest poem,,deeply from the heart.
Good work :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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