Contemplation

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jul 29, 2021 

Look.
Listen.
Learn.
Much
to absorb.
Tossed
into this
place.
Lots 
to learn.
Much to
know.
How to
survive?
No time.
No time
for 
contemplation.
Asking
questions.
Pondering
reality.
Beyond scope.
Wrapped
up in
existence,
who thinks
of such
things?
Who thinks
to ask 
why?
How?
Moving on.
Much to
do. 
No time.
No time 
to
ponder.
Question 
reality.
What’s the
point?
Nothing
genuinely 
resolved.
Why
ask
why,
or ponder?
No time.
No time
for
contemplation.

 

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