We are living in this treadmill
That keeps ever going faster
Spinning our silk cocoons
Spiralling towards disaster
It’s hard to see through the webs we weave
To glimpse what it is we’re doing
It’s so hard to see where the energy goes
As we spin this web of ruin
So what is this whirlwind we’re harnessing?
The trap we make of life?
Dieting on light slipping through the walls
As the spinning produces strife
Surrounded with the baubles
Attached to the threads around us
Blind to the horizon
Where love can never find us
Our home can be a prison
And the planet much too small
The mental tendrils we weave
Produce a steely wall
Treadmill – a poem about the life we get caught up in.
Sometimes we seem to be going at life with our heads down, trying to keep up and never getting anywhere. We lose sight of the most important things and get caught up in the trivia.
The little things clog up our minds and take up all our time and energy. We can only glimpse the things that are important to us. Love, friendship, creativity and our passions go out the window – there’s no time left.
The modern life is so destructive. The pace of life and pressure becomes insane. We need to take time-out and reconnect with nature. But the life we lead often prevents us doing that.