Poetry – Trippin’ – a poem of despair at futility.
Even optimistic idealists have their moments of despair. One look around the world is usually sufficient. If it isn’t ISIS trying to destroy Western civilisation, shutting down girls education, putting women into sacks, banning music and trying to force everyone to memorise medieval texts by heart and go back to the dark ages, it is the destruction of the natural world and animal kingdom.
It gets depressing.
Sometimes all I see ahead is war and a concrete jungle devoid of life.
Then I look at the wonder of the universe, the beauty of the world and have to take fresh heart. There are lots of things to stand opposed to. We have to fight for a better world – peacefully. Every problem has a solution.
Trippin’
I was reaching for a rainbow
When I fell from the sky
Tripping over reality
Falling from a high
I was wishing on a comet
Streaming through the night
Standing on the roadside
With no sunrise in sight
I was hoping for a paradise
That we could build together
Falling from a dream
That was meant to last forever
Trippin’ over reality
While reaching for the sky
Falling from a dream
Rebounding from a lie
Opher 21.2.00