time

I plugged my ears to quite my thoughts. A steady flow of familiar lyrics poured into the canal. All this to turn off the world and fall into the words of the many pages in front of my eyes. As the story takes shape I begin to wonder what had happened to life. We are inspired by the old ways. When life was lived by duty sacrifice and obligation. We see what is great and genuine about soldiers, cowboys, mill workers and the rest of the generations that acted out of need and put away dreams and desires to provide for the ones they loved. When the strong were silent. Commanding attention from acts. Heroes that we read about like myths of the Greeks. Have we gone so far that this spirit has turned into a ghost that is only recognized as stories around a camp fire? Stories about our fathers and theirs. Things of the no so distant past. I look into myself and ask if I make the cut. Have I lost sleep, gone with out food, worked beyond limits, bleed, suffered and continued without a word or tear. Continued without aggression, arrogance or complaint. Pushed forward and stayed the course for the greater good of those around me. Have we lost the meaning of 'adult' and 'man'? Have we replaced it all with selfish and stupid dreams. Praising the demi-gods that have been casted in gold for all to see. Worshiping skills, talents, and beauty. Finding identity with people we have never met. Offering love or casting stones based on a opinion that was force feed to you by the powers that be. No this is not "1984" we don't have to be blinded. It can all be out and open for all to see but that doesn't mean that we reject it. But this journey was to be mine alone for the moment. I can see how I fail to be a hero of the past.