Distractions

Distractions are great, but 

our problems are greater.

We attempt to escape from 

them, but they are right 

around the corner, always 

on our scent, on our trail, 

just waiting for an  opportunity 

to pounce on us and 

bring us down, begging.

We attempt to make ourselves 

oblivious. We care about things 

just so they will mentally lift us 

out of harm's way--even though 

it is only in our minds and our 

problems are still ever present, 

haunting us, giving us that

 tightening in our chests. 

We are out of breath, lost in 

romances of endless races 

and places that are as they 

seem on the surface.

Maybe if we follow far enough

 into these fantasies we will 

finally escape, but we haven't yet. 

Maybe we just have to keep 

trying, to keep pushing,  to keep 

moving forward, but it is all more 

in our heads that we realize.

Society, culture, religion... It is all 

there to fill our time while we are 

on this dusty rock--whatever 

it is, whoever we are.

Maybe these things aren't 

distractions, after all. 

Maybe they are lenses 

from which we view the world, 

and no one is any more 

right or wrong than any other. 

For as much as we are 

sure of, we are unsure. 

For as much as we 

know, we don't know. 

Can it ever be 

other than that?