Annoyed Creation

When you ever get tired of breathing

Constantly breathing, the air rushing

And blowing through your nose gets annoying,

The rise and fall of your chest must stop.

When you ever get sick of your heart beat,

The constant pounding on your chest

You cant stand the thought that its

been bugging you your whole life.

Why dont your fingers strecth apart

Enough so that you would feel the releif

To let the space between each finger breathe.

Why is your body so imperfect

That you can never cool down

The constant heat inside your stomach.

You can never relax and stretch your hair.

You just cant stand the life you bear,

And the life of those around you

Never changing always the same ugly faces,

The same chewing motions of those you eat with.

The same routine everyday,

The customs we are forced to keep to pay for our lives

You wake up  every morning, you sleep every night

WE ARE Slaves! To our bodies.

We are slaves to our beliefs,

We do not question the reasons

Of those thing we are forced to keep.

But if we are to seek out freedom

From our muggy constant breath

Or its dry chill, on our throats,

The price we pay is death.

And everyday its all the same

Always sure of what ill do,

Everyday the same face in the mirror

“I am getting sick of you”

Why cant you be something else,

Why cant I escape my body and become a spirit?

Why cant I escape my spirit

Leaving my  essence behind

Everywhere I go I am always here.

Every where I am, I am always with me.

I am never there, I am never far away

From where I am,

I resort to not leaving my realm,

And yet its not enough to escape.

I know no other way to leave my realm

Than to ask existence to rid itself of me.

Last Saved: 10/10/2009