Content with His Mediocre Life

by timjim77

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Published September 24, 2005

Content with His Mediocre Life

Content with my mediocre life
The day flew past my reality
Into the great expanse that is
A dream.
And it is within
This sphere of unreality
In which all my great
Returns to thinking
Occur naturally in your
Surroundings.

There seems to be a
Common thread among those
Who pose
Questions about the
Cosmic meaning of their
Day, when really all they want
Is connection.
To be part of the expanse,
To be a river in an ocean,
A laugh inside a tear.


To be content is to be
Static, or is it
More along the lines of being
Happy?
And the world is spinning
With your consent, or
Without you at all.

Our purpose
Is to discover
Our purpose.

So I am content
With my mediocre life,
Not understanding
Why anything is as it is.

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Supermal
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Supermal commented Comment · Dec 21, 2005

Wonderful! The flow seemed a little off... The sentances and such, but the feel was perfect.

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rachel eaw commented Comment · Dec 21, 2005

i think that is the best poem i have ever read in my whole life :elephant:



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien