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Thoughts On Earth Essay Research Paper This

Thoughts On Earth Essay, Research Paper


This world has no place for genius. Artistry, love, beauty, creativity is warped


and mangled like raw steel into financial gain and social profiteering. What


happened to the traveling gypsies, the gleemen and the circus? A generation of


lost souls is found in this mess of suits and ties and pumps marching head on


like lemmings over the cliff to an end that is all too predictable. Education,


Job, Marriage, Children, Retirement in Florida, and Death in a Mahogany Coffin 6


Feet Under with the Other Poor Souls trapped there with you. No, no, no. No sir,


that?s not me. Me and Jimi?re going up somewhere else, somewhere that the


fairy tales come true and dreams are waking memories. Nah, I don?t want a


utopia, that?s an illusion, man. I want magic. The


third-star-on-the-right-and?straight-on-until-morning *censored* that your


mother packed into your head at night to shut you up and make you sleep. You


didn?t know it then but its only when you do sleep that you ever find this


place. A few pockets of leftover magic from a time past and present in a


parallel future all hidden in deep glorious caves of wonder guarded by flaming


red swords and fake walls and Mr. SandMan?s sleepy, dusty, night beams.


Creativity is just memories of a time, a place, a generation that wasn?t lost


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n the briar patch of reality, a muck of modernity that we find ourselves in


now. I guess I?m just waiting for that next life to take me back, pull me free


of this tar pit hell hole where a smile is a sneer and a friend is a foe. I pity


those who don?t realize the beauty of a soul smile, a child in her own world.


In the sand box: they are they only ones who know how to get back to that place,


but no one believes them. Even I have trouble now. I get glimpses into the life


I want to lead because its ?right? but a craving deep inside tells me that


there?s more and I?m just not looking hard enough, taping the wrong vein;


startling myself awake from the wrong dream. I want to break out. I feel like


I?m just sitting out on life, just watching the silly people go by, on their


silly missions. But I can?t tell if I?m just being lazy and waiting for


something to happen or if I?m dreaming a nightmare-ish existence in a Hell


called Earth and when I do finally wake up again I?ll be back where I belong.


?Click you heels three times, Dorothy and say, ?There?s no place like


home, ?cause there?s no place like home, ?cause there?s no place like


home.?? I?ll meet you there, I guess, ?cause I?m not sure what time my


train?s coming in. And maybe, just maybe my place is real; but maybe its one


that?s just a little bit higher than your own.

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