Mayfly

Mayfly
Ah, what a beautiful mess. I'm sure it’s all a test.
An emotional game of chess, deep inside your chest.
Keep trying to win the game against our selves. Placing who we really are on shelves.
Existing only as shells.
Flawless replicas of a sentient being, a distant feeling; a higher meaning.
You feel it everyday, but try your best to keep it at bay. “There’s to much to focus on out there.” They say.
Things to pay, roles to play and an unbreakable commitment to stay. Never permitted to stray, never allowed to go against the order of the day.
A world made of bricks a clay, we need to strip it all away.
None of what you know or are, could have become without you; gentle star.
Don’t measure your value by your house or car.
Your not the person who’s hanging at the bar.
Your the thought that drifts alone at night. The boy that paralyses with fear when it comes to fight.
The women who wonders where she’s going, unsure of which way life is flowing.
Your are the sweat of the moment, so real and potent. Fierce like fire, bright and addictive like desire.
We are disorder, our horizon is far broader.
And all of this will end with you.

It is no crime, nor is it wrong, to harbor regret.
Your mind and heart are not set, there is nothing you feel that you let.
But with this in mind, why is it that our kind, act so lost and so blind?
A friend once asked I, “What's the point of a Mayfly?”
"Their life is short, what is it that's taught?"
I could never prove my conclusion, for others it may just be an illusion. Brought forth by a rigorous institution.
Offering some half arsed solution. To find answers to this revolving revolution.
We will always return to the start, within the beat of a newborns heart.
When we who know, return to dust. It will be left to the youth, because it simply must. In nature we must trust.

So I will return to the question, the one my mind reminds me to mention. “What is the point of a Mayfly.”
It could be to try, but ultimately they will still die. Maybe it is something we will only know when we can fly. The answer could exist in the blue sky.
When a child is born still, life is cold and ill.
With who’s will, did they design this with such skill.
And within this sadness lies the order, it is here you cross the border.
Within polarity, there is no transparency.
Everything you find, is thick and of it’s own mind.
Ultimately it must totally polarize, hold up it’s victory as a significant prize.

Life was never meant to give you what you want. It simply can’t.
The only way choice can be is for life to split, it’s for this reason something must be opposite.
Good vs Bad, I'm Happy then Sad, Dark and the Light, the Calm before the Storm and we can only Discover what is Hidden.
The list is endless.
Within these spells we wield magic in the heart, power to ignite the air; burn the world apart.
Letters make words like, endless to describe infinity, inside it's form you see it’s synchronicity.
It’s imbued within life, it’s right next to you in that moment of strife.
When there is nothing left you could owe, you'd give anything just to know. The secrets that made you alive.

Imagine if everyone had exactly what they desired, the world would grow very tired.
A home is inspired and something that should be admired.
To lose love is to have it in the first place, so though your heart may linger upon a thin bitter lace.
You will always find a trace, that leads to a special place.
Somewhere only you can go, something you can never show.
It is yours, so the next time you stop and pause.
You wonder what is the cause, smile and proudly accept your applause.

Your a beautiful mess, noting more or less.
So give up and confess, your the best at your worst.
Love is your curse and your worth more than what's in your purse.
One day you will die, just like a Mayfly.

This a poem I wrote a few years ago. It came to me after i was having a discussion with a friend.
Attempting to derive meaning from life. He posed the question of how a Mayfly's experience of being alive, must but pointless. This became my response to that question.
I hope you enjoy it.

Calgie ;)