Moi?

Jeremiah 23:17

17 They keep saying to those who despise My Word,
    ‘Don’t worry! The Lord says you will have peace!’
And to those who stubbornly follow their own desires,
    they say, ‘No harm will come your way!’

 

What! Me? ... It must be you

 

Imaginations turned into reality ... where is now the need for dreams

if in search for understanding thought ... in what might have been?

 

Then trying to teach others ... the success of discovered life

which really is illusionary  ... imprinted by your wife.

 

Jumping up and down ... in a complete mental disarray

looking forward to tomorrow because you can’t get through today.

 

You look around for scapegoats ... if so needed in outer space

to release your discontentment ... that self had put in play.

 

Trouble was never your own ... it is poured in out of sight

blame others for the inconvenience ... for you are always right.

 

You know you are close to perfect ... a legend in your own mind

not realizing at all ... that you’re pretty close to blind.

 

Maybe you will agree one day ... that you are in a bind

like most the rest of the human race ... with little sense to find

 

Jan Wienen.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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