Repetitive Motion Disorder

Casey Mack on Jun 14, 2009

Market dreams don’t always lead to happy ever after…

Dream.
Chase the bubbles
as they glide
on breezes.
Run through lawns
of rare-mowed grass
leap hedges, bikes.
Ignore the cost
but hurry
as you must.

Watch
them all scatter
as they zig,
uncaptured.
Run to start
again a chase
of others, stop.
Repeat until
exhaustion
makes you weep.

Cry
for the decades
as they pass,
time wasted.
Run for life
has been a game
make money, win.
Yet we remain
engaged as
racing rats.

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Comments (6)

sorcha on Jun 14, 2009
Do we all feel this more as we age? Oh, to be ignorant and living life simpler, but with natures rhythms, and on our own terms.

Where has freedom gone? The almighty dollar killed it!
Katie Marie on Jun 14, 2009
And those decades pass faster all the time.
stryka66 on Jun 14, 2009
‘engaged as racing rats’ – a powerful description – you hit the mark there, Casey
hiho on Jun 23, 2009
No wonder there’s so many middle-aged people with brain disorders and teenagers with psychotic behaviours..liked this very much Casey Mack.
Roberta J. Morrison on Sep 4, 2009
Right on the mark. We’re in such a big hurry to grow up, and once we do, we wonder where the time went…trading our precious time for money.
Roberta J. Morrison on Feb 15, 2011
I re-read today. So true. I love the way you put your lines together. “Cry for the decades as they pass–time wasted”. Great poem.

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