Spinning and Waiting

By: Lady-punk Mood: other Date: 07/08/2008 08:28:49 Music: Anti-Flag- Vices

Spinning and waiting.

Waiting for what? When time isn't the only thing constantly moving us forward, what is? Around and around and around we go. People.. So caught up. In themselves. In each other. Strangled by the pollution of the world. Pretending, pretending they're not - everything they are.. Human after all. Because no matter where we go or what we do we always end up coming back to ourselves... we all fall down no matter how high... or low.. A never ending cycle, that ends..... By death... and in death, or near death we realize the truth.

Oh dear tragedy. The lies of the world unfold and we have been deceived... But not really. Because we KNEW that it wasn't real, we knew the truth but never wanted it. Empty and unsatisfied... Wondering what the point really was. But on the bed of death - its far too late, the world laughs at our mistake. Reality makes itself known to us and we see the truth inside ourselves. Galaxies away we are nothing but a spec... A little spec of dust... Not meaningless... but small and dependent. Dependent, so dependent on the things we take for granted. A wise man said, "Man learns from history that man learns nothing from history", and we fall into the same trap every time... a repeated life, an eternal tragedy... But WHY do we still learn nothing? Waiting for it to end, we take life day by day...All by us, is it really such a wonder that this world is broken? Maybe God doesn't see anger and war and hatred when he looks down… just a little humankind trying to get by... Trying to be okay but refusing Him as the only way. Lost in the competition of ourselves, with ourselves… against each other. Expectations and explanations leave us unsatisfied; yet we fight. And we carry on... and on - just wanting to achieve... So badly wanting what we see. So blinded by what we want to be, by what we're not. To prove... and feel good... But deep inside to know its fake, to feel unsatisfied, gaining the world but losing the truth... does it hurt when you know you cannot have both? The world and the Truth. Its like a secret we wouldn't dare tell ourselves... its the truth we're pretending not to know... afraid of what we'll lose. Thinking that we are different, that we are not part of everything we want to be. We live in creation but deny a creator. We stare at the picture but forget there's a painter. Such a beautiful creator... but we won't even look... or acknowledge Him.. When all He wants is love... To love and be loved by his own. Taking the lies so seriously, but denying the only One that matters. ..Around and around and around we go.. Everything all on our own.. Why? Choose death or life. Choose life. We're hating the cycle but we are so unwilling to escape it... thinking we are different to find there is no difference.. Surely we were created uniquely... It’s the lie we inherit that makes us common. Around and around and around we go… a little humankind.

Spinning and waiting,

Waiting for what?

HATING THE CYCLE BUT SO UNWILLING TO ESCAPE IT