I have a singular dream,
shared by all mankind,
that with incredible ease
slips deep into my mind.
It’s one of rigid uniform,
striking a simple beat,
an apocalyptic overlord
offering appealing treats.
The treats have all gone sour,
or perhaps have always been,
yet consume them we each hour
till we can’t take one more in.
They’re laced in things so simple:
security, belonging, love,
yet soon will bear the wrinkles
of “hungry” and “never enough.”
The master of our dreams,
though oft he stays so hidden,
has made this life to seem
a paradise never ridden.
But many have spun the peddles,
many have cycled it far,
and none have ever settled
on what it feeds their hearts.
They cycle over ridges,
their tires all gone flat,
in ditches and off of bridges
their treats have all been cast.
He grins and says “take more,
my storehouse shan’t run dry!”
And willingly we order
his manufactured life.
This dream he freely offers,
from which all soon shall wake,
is filled much more with coffins
than it is with sunny days.
For that which inspires all,
“if him, then why not me?”
is that which makes us fall,
in bondage to ever be.
Everywhere we look, we're given "answers" to what we need for happiness and fulfillment. Whether it's money, love, popularity, or anything else, it's easy to fall into the belief that because someone else has something it's what we need to be happy. But I think if you ask those same people near the end of their lives, they'd say that those things don't offer any sort of completion or lasting fulfillment.
To my knowledge, there are few things in this life that can offer true fulfillment. The only thing I personally have found capable of putting me to rest is God. With Him, there's a kind of fulfillment that stretches so much farther than anything this world can offer. It's a kind of fulfillment that allows someone to be satisfied when it seems like they shouldn't be. It's one that's fullest when we're emptiest, and I hope it's one you choose to pursue.
Have a great weekend!
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