EnoughI've had enough.
I'm pressing pause On the contracted self Improvement clause. This is enough. No more training, Good bye to all Routines of health That promise golden 'When I get there', Which creep more distant As if by stealth. No more receding Event horizon Of fantasised and flawless Me I'm calling time On 'just keep going' And ask 'so what?' Of where I could be. I've had enough. I'm pressing stop On the endless Self Improvement shop. This is enough. No more racing Onward to some never end. No more goal and No more hurry That leads nowhere but Round the bend. No to ticking Unticked boxes Yawning empty, never filled And no compulsive 'making most' Of all my time That's not yet killed. I've had enough. Time to delete Benches that Mark me incomplete. I am enough, Won't waste life scheming, Preening, just to welcome death, No building up Some perfect future Just to die in When I'm out of breath. No more constantly reworking Portrait brushstrokes That would recall A character who never was To unseeing eyes From my sepulchre wall. |
I've had enough
And will uninstall The system software That renders small That invents flaws, Creates distractions And commodifies Obsessive actions. No good intention As 'guilty' verdict, I won't let my path Become my cell. I won't let my tool Become a weapon That keeps me subject In ritual hell. I won't let support Become my fetter Nor comfort blankets Smother me, I won't let guidelines Be my jury There are no rules Can set me free. I've had enough And so I'm running The executable file Of the infinitely Unfolding Unknown Into an expanse Of creative Unrepeatable Contingency. I've had enough. This is enough. Time to be As I am. Enough. |