Lost Souls and Experience

Think sometimes how it would be
to live in anonymity.
Free from ties, and truth and lies
and wondering what friends
will think in the end


Pestilential fear, oh noisome rat!
Of tomorrow and after that
Not in life’s music but the refrain
we learn the hardest lessons as we gain
experience just after we really need it.
No matter how hard we try to keep it
we lose the hope and faith of youth,
trying to distinguish between fact and truth

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Where are the souls that have never been?
Did they never exist because they were never seen?
Never been born, not fated to die,
never been loved or told a lie.
Not a me and not a you,
not a them, or even a ‘who?’


Never seen the sky or heard a song,
never been shouted at or told they’re wrong.
Never laughed or been made to cry
or ever asked the question ‘why?’
If life’s a game we win or lose,
would you play if you could choose?

A meditation, of sorts

Be still you wrestless, wretched mind
There’s a tight knot of something we both can’t describe
Be still and you’ll find we can leave it behind

Breathe in through your nose; feel the cold air
Don’t give up, don’t give in
Keep trying and you’ll get there

You’re young and the future might give rise to sorrow
So please, become your own friend
So you can cope with tomorrow

Hold the air in for three, think only of counting
Your heart rate will slow
And the fear will stop mounting

I’m sorry you feel this, all on your own
So much sadness and horror
Breathe it out, let it go