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Category - Places
A Poem from the A Bit of Jersey and the Shore Collection
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David Devaney
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October 05, 2002
So many thoughts reveal the certain
uncertainty of our everyday existence
as we pass through the mist of our illusions.

Stride for stride we compete with those
who challenge us to be like themselves
and other than our own true destiny.

We are enveloped in the external programs
of our environment seeking to achieve
not in accordance with our heart
but rather in discordance with our conformity.

So much easier to leave unchallenged
that which others seek to control
as we only choose to concede and conform.

The sparkle of new energy fades
as the coals flicker and die
leaving only a field of ash
to be disbursed with the wind.

We are only alone when we conform
to another’s plan for us in the universe
for then do we sacrifice our being
for the security of the crowd.

As on the tollway with limited access,
we rush to our destination
never pausing to taste our surroundings
but always exacted a charge
through the cost of our individuality.

The ladders we climb rest on uncertain ground
if our dependence is always on those
seeking to control our will and our outcome.

“Nevermore”, we say, “Nevermore”,
when confronted with this reality.
Yet still we sit vague and uncertain
about who we truly are.

The winds of change are always about us
yet too often we hold tight to our position
never really free to be unique and special.

I am a participant in this conformity,
open minded yet action closed
as I allow the awareness of my predicament
to perpetuate my unchanged existence.

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© 2002 David Devaney
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