Lost Reason

Lost Reason

A Poem by Armistead Lindsey
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sometimes the reason for our lives seems lost

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Simplicity: a joy that's been lost,
Processes interrupt its ease,
Disturbs its function.
Simplicity: something I currently crave,
People, tasks, processes, all prevent this,
Make my life more difficult.

Success: something I haven't already achieved,
But am now prevented from achieving further,
By those who decide my life blindly.
Success: the necessary  goal of my life,
That despite all my hard work,
Others strive to prevent.

Reason: the motivation to fight until now,
The point of working so hard,
The future I want to attain.
Reason: the drive I've now lost,
The point clouded in beatings.
But one day I'll find it again.

© 2016 Armistead Lindsey


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Life does have a habit of getting in the way! You are asking big questions in this writing. Who are we? How do we see our future? How do we measure ourselves? What is success? Unfortunately we are not in control of our own destinies. I'm sure that you will find your drive!
All the best,
Alan

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Life does have a habit of getting in the way! You are asking big questions in this writing. Who are we? How do we see our future? How do we measure ourselves? What is success? Unfortunately we are not in control of our own destinies. I'm sure that you will find your drive!
All the best,
Alan

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Armistead Lindsey
Armistead Lindsey

United Kingdom



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I write for personal expression and share with people who, in many ways, I hope never to meet in person. This is not because people are horrible, but because my writing holds something too personal fo.. more..

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