iRON mONkey
I saw an iron monkey running with my train, and I wondered what imagination can truly sustain.
But the long-limbed monkey keeps running with me, and I don’t really know what my beliefs should be.
Earth was made in six days, God rested on the seventh, men hold happiness in their hands— yet thrive in lament.
Still, the little monkey keeps running with me, and I don’t really know what truth I can see.
What are we seeking, and why so still, while longing for answers we may never fulfill?
Sound pounds in my ears, and the monkey takes flight, dancing before me, mocking my sight.
“Stop, monkey, stop, don’t taunt me again, don’t play with my spirit, don’t echo my pain.”
I’m no longer awake, but adrift in my dreams, reaching the station where silence redeems.
Mindfulness is bliss, with the power of a geek, please stop this clatter, the plates as they speak.
Leave it as it is, let stillness remain, you are now a blessing, a call in my brain...
"Life is short, or long enough, but what you do with it— that’s what makes it tough".
