Elaborate on your State
A new-life-eve poem — on contemplating, ceasing to contemplate, and being alive for its own sake.
To elaborate
Perhaps elevate
The every-day kinda way
life may sway
from stormy seas to balanced bay
To demonstrate
Describe, discuss, debate?
That even a sage will rage
And disengage
Somehow stuck between my age and the next page
Both too soon, too late
Seems like fate
A doom of gloom fills the room
Is it the mind’s palace or cerebral tomb?
But here, wait
I cease to contemplate
To think too much is to lose touch
In such an awful rush to clutch
Of each dark thought, to make so much
No. To placate
The soul to sate
Upon new life’s eve, I reach to achieve and a gratitude to receive
The wonder of all present gifts to perceive
Yes. To appreciate
And so to celebrate
I survive as I strive to go though I know I will never arrive
To be for the sole purpose of being alive
And so to culminate:
It may be as bad as it is great