Rantings of a Hermit

Yes

Sullenly I gaze into that metallic ocean
The studded marvels leave me pondering
And I continue to marvel
As I continue to converse

Provocative, indeed; no more or no less
Rather, a hopeless cause
All cause for the onward push
Timing is as crucial as anything

It's all just an ironic game
Over-simplified, we race
Pushed into a preset current of rules
Where success is open to damned interpretation

Happiness
Is that not the end goal?
The justification varies
I don't know much of it myself

And so I look onward into that metallic ocean
Whose glitters and fancies peak my little desires
I see, I wish; I accept that which is
All the same, I wish I knew that which was

And if that which was was to give in return
The mere motion, if anything was ever warranted
Then I would know indefinitely
The race has been won, or can be won

Who can say?
Alas, I can; you can; she can; they can
In the end it is all meaningless
In the end, we're tied back to the vaguest of all goals

It is much desired--
Achievement is the true task
I often wonder how many actually achieve
How many of the pushpins attain

I can say this much:
This pushpin wants to achieve

Author's Note

Probably among the most straight-forward poems I've ever done. Not much of a poem really, anyway. More a disorganized rant. Ah, well. Enjoy all the same. I don't think much of it. Poke at it, admire it, tear it shreds; I care little.