I was Born Thrice, now what do I do?
Life seemed so much like an Illusion
So, I felt lost in life
My heart beating will someday be a forgotten memory
Everyone will forget me
It’s good when my mistakes are all forgotten
But, my good deeds will be, too
All I’ve done and all I’ll ever be again will be lost forever
So, what is Real in a phony smile world?
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
We think we know, don’t we?
But, we can’t prove a darned thing
Maybe, we are a figment of God’s imagination
How could that be so bad?
That’s OK with me if this is so
Yet, we think things are so solid Yet, they are not
Yet, at the same time we know they are solid and have form
But, we know nothing lasts forever; certainly we do not
We know because we have seen others die
We cry
We dread our coming demise
Our words last if they are written down
But, our mouths and eyes will be shut when the plug is pulled on us
We will all float down that drain into the unknown and invisible
So, all that being said, what’s the best thing to do with our lives?
I want to know, because I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
Good question, what do we do?
No better place or time to start than right here, right now
You could do what makes you happy
Do what brings joy to others
That seems to be pretty satisfying, but it doesn’t last
When you help others It does bring a good feeling
But, you have to keep doing more of it
So, what happens if you tire of just giving, giving, giving, and want to get back for a change?
Watch the users, as they will let you keep doing things for them and use you all up…
They will drain you dry And, leave you dried up like a leaf on the ground
And, step on you Only help those in need
And, you will get helped when you are in need
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
You could find your favorite mood and feel it
Choose sadness, sorrow, happiness, and everything in between
You could Listen to music that pleases your ears
Feel, Feel, Feel, Feel, the mood
Find you and who you really are through your feeling Find how you want to be
You can learn what you want from life
Through your feelings good and bad It’s a steering wheel steering you straight down the middle
Watch out for this rock and turn away from the cliff!
Find your favorite words to say
And, your favorite sight and go see it
Listen to your favorite sounds
Hear the bird tweet and the chipmunk chirp
Be with your favorite person
But, seek character first before choosing or you’re probably goanna have more than a few problems with them
Know your favorite character traits
And, make sure they are loyal Experience all your senses; as what else do you have to judge life?
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
I finally discovered I was right all along
That in my old age, Life is an illusion
Yes, it is If it wasn’t, why would I lie writing this poem for free?
It’s a happy one or a sad illusion, or maybe a combination of both
This is what life is Can I prove it?
No Can you prove it’s not No, you can’t no matter how hard you try, so go right ahead and do so
You will work at it the rest of your life and come up short We are an illusion ourselves
Yes, we are I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
We are just passing through in this short time we are here
As well, our perception of reality is an illusion
Our memories are an illusion
What we experience is a memory as soon as it happens
So, why do you think your daily experiences are real?
They are not
They cannot be Because they don’t survive in the present moment
They are your interpretation of what’s going on
No matter how happy, or how painful
Our feelings are invisible I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
So, let’s reason this thing out What else are you doing with your time?
Play Tidily Winks!
I never played it
It could be fun Maybe, boring
But, Like us and even a silly game, feelings don’t survive life
And, that’s what our lives are full of Feelings
They don’t survive, because feelings are always changing
We can’t bring feelings with us when we die
We leave them here along with our memories We will eventually be forgotten
We think there is something out there
There sure could be But, we only experience it inside our heads We touch nothing even though we perceive we do
There’s nothing out there It’s all happening inside our heads
But, where’s inside our heads?
Where is that part of us which experiences the reality we think we see?
So, you think you have your own mind?
Well, where that at? Where are you at?
You say, I’m right here?
Are you sure about that?
Prove you are here.
OK, you are in that body?
Where are you hiding in it?
Somewhere?
It does seem like we’re in there somewhere, doesn’t it?
Of course, that’s a perception, isn’t it?
These are things we can’t prove
So, if you want to, it is OK to be you
After all, it’s all we know to do I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
If you can’t be you
Be you, tomorrow
Or, the next day
Be the real us
We could be phonies I guess they do have fun
But, is it fun to deceive others?
But, who do we deceive other than ourselves?
Someday, God may appoint you as his angel
You may even become his beloved in due time
And, you may be held up high by man as being enlightened
But, the universe laughs at that If we live as long as we do
That’s not such a long time in the scheme of things
The Universe is how old? No one really knows, do they?
But, we will be gone for an Eternity
We will be gone for as long as the Universe existed before us
That’s a long time A long, lonely time Death might really suck!
No one will return exactly like us, ever again
That’s a long time It’s a lot longer than we’re goanna be alive
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
We came from nothing We were small when we were born
We grew in body and mind To what end?
We were not told
But, we go back to nothing from where we came, don’t we?
Only the maker knows how the machine called US, works
We will never know We are God’s machine
We don’t even know ourselves Not really He does He made us
He didn’t give instructions, did he?
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
Live, Laugh, Love If you know how But, what if you don’t?
The answer is, you do the best that you can
But, what do you do when you realize it doesn’t matter what you do with your life?
We all are going to the same place when we die?
Well, maybe Who knows if there is really a Heaven or Hell?
I sure don’t It doesn’t mean I’m not afraid though I do know that Death equalizes
And, humbles great men and small men God does what he does
We don’t know what he does
He won’t say because he doesn’t write or talk
We don’t know if he sees or listens
But, miracles do happen Maybe, he does listen and watch
Maybe, he answers He doesn’t reveal his secrets
He can change circumstances
He can make things better or worse
But, I don’t think he changes
And, he doesn’t change the rules of Physics for anyone’s fancy He stays the same
He keeps things predictable so we won’t lose our minds from the chaotic craziness of complete unpredictable random happenings
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
You can ask the question what do you think God needs to learn?
Do you think we have anything to teach him?
I doubt it. Doesn’t God know everything?
I would think so Did he put the Universe on automatic so he could take a rest and do something else?
Is God the almighty computer programmer and we are all in one big video game?
Maybe, some think so
But, I don’t think it’s quite that simple
Only he would know, but he’s not telling I would guess God speaks with no words
After all, we made language up I
would guess God speaks with silence
Most of us sleep through life
Many stay Drunk
We change relationships because we think there is no love
The selfish do that They find someone else
A new face to gaze at We grow up
We grow old Some get wise
Most don’t
The ignorant and the evil just seem to die and make the world worse than it was before they got there Fools don’t learn
Fools don’t get wise
They just drink, laugh, eat, and die
Fools don’t grow Fools don’t change
But, can a fool ever really change?
Isn’t a fool, once he becomes one, a fool for life?
Maybe, chronic fools were born that way!
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
Some of us can change I did because I wanted to You can too
But, you have to want to
But, change into what?
Only you can decide what that would be…
But, if nothing matters, why do so?
Why even think and contemplate why we are here?
Why try or seek to understand our purpose and mission, when it seems there is none unless we decide to have them Is it pain that makes us want to change, so we can avoid what is making us feel pain in the future
No one I know of wants to feel pain
No pain, no gain?
It sucks to be in PAIN!
We look for ways to stop it
To medicate it
To deny it
To fill that empty heart
To fill that loneliness with a preoccupation
Like submerging our lives playing video games
One video game after another
We cover the pain up with pills
But, we don’t seem to look at what is causing it
We don’t even know the missing link
What would we do if we found it?
Would we just look away?
And, act like we didn’t see?
I was Born Once, Maybe Twice or so, now what do I do?
You live You love You learn You could try something different if what you are doing doesn’t seem to be working out too good
Then, you Die…
