Six Feet Up

Six feet up, they live their lives
Oblivious and unobtrusive
Shackled by invisible chains
To soil and sky and soul
Fighting for an irreverent relevance
They don’t know they already possess
So trained as they are on the future
A narrow pinpoint of light
At the end of an endless tunnel
Or hung up on the sordid past
All the mistakes and candid lies
Candy-coated and evidently edible
They eat it up and it goes down easy
Much easier than the present tense
The pain of this narrow existence
All gift-wrapped with a bright red bow
So misleading and invariably misled
Lost amid the millions who try and breathe in while breathing out
Finding it impossible
This waiting to exhale
This pardon-me existence
Until it too passes out of sight
Lost in the fading periphery of “before”
All sorted and stacked on shelves
But never used for comparison
Never again relevant
The tragedy of listless listing
In a world they themselves create

Six feet up.

Sam