When nothing seems to matter
And the world is all but chatter
And the spiritual mundane
Then you'll never be the same
No job, relation, purpose to fulfill
Except for more of nothing
To keep you in this world of ill
Renunciation is but mere pronunciation
Of a feeling you hold dear
Knowing that your ticket out
Is all but long from near
You wait, you sit, you meditate
You walk, restless through the town
Hoping you'll find something
That uplifts your soul-felt frown
Distract, get bored, and vegetate
Sleep, eat and mumble
As you you hear the voice from deep within:
"Wake up or you will tumble"
The news is blazé
The ignorance immense
The environments passé
And the spiritual intense
Yet no tradition, religion or following speaks out
To your heart, that breathes and wants to shout
Out to the Gods that hold you in prison
Out to the Brahman that set the division
Breathing the air of your own circumcision
There is no soul left but the one that is hidden
So, I guess you're still waiting
Waiting for what?
For your life to perish for these lines to stop
Maybe you still have something to give
And maybe it's as simple as saying: "Just live!"
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