LAZYDAYZ.

Impossible
Musings of a modern day poet.
Jared Bishop

Choices we linger in a world of questions.

So shy, scared to evolve, unsure how to leave his familiar meanderings. The world spins with a pace so
ambitious and astonishing, although its fierceness the world implies it also holds a string of beautiful
existence, astounding personalities and magnificent cups of shimmering rapture. The boy stares in total
awe, he stands, feet planted solid, he dare not move, if his foot moves he may stumble. A risk that soaks
deep into his bones. Can he gamble something so valuable?
The boy queries on his choices, linger in a dispassionate veil shrouded by fear and unhappiness, or step
into a swirl of billowing colors’ that grasp every corner of his heart, ripping and pulling, then slowly
melting into a mellow succession. Leaving the unknown color to linger on his breath for eternity.
Now his choice may sound obvious, a life of dull miserable abandonment or surprising, wonderings
frantically experiencing exquisite scenes and sets.
Which one is easier..?
Trust the unfamiliar because it’s a taste with exhilarating opportunities’ but with a smoke wafting
unbelievable lows, or be the ghost that drifts with no hunger, no fire burning your souls desire, just blank
sessions on a make-believe raft. Each holds an interesting vitality.
How much easier though to float like the wind no choices, just a muster of energy stirring through reads
glowing with an enlightenment of new life. No sense of time, your kingdom infinite, your soul desires
nothing, touching hands and faces, living and deceased beings with your mind understanding the cycle of
life, but with no emotional consequence. You would hold the world in your light but magnificent hands
with no thoughts of violence, pride, or hate.
Although living like the wind would be perfection at its greatest, it seems like such an impossible feet. To
glorious and powerful to hold in one’s mind. So we forget and look to our closest allies, Kane & Abel, or
the Sun and the Moon, can our choice be only to function in a robot world or a life of rebelling and
mistakes can we not start our journey flawlessly and finish in exact.
Are choices infinite in our minds, as if we could make one and never need to make another agreement,
because we live in a whole book, not only ripped pages shifting in a mess of good and bad choices.
So either way we all share something in common, we all decide on a path of hope and despair a mixture
of growing and dissolving.
The boy decides to forgive himself, building a bridge that lies upon the eyes of the world to see. His foot
moves, Tears swell and he becomes like the wind, leaving his thoughts and emotions in a crystal of
liquid, which merges oceans of sadness and laughter. His goodbye, a gift serenading the world into a
humble and homely shift.

The impossible becomes possible...