life inside the life

We all live a life

inside the life we live.

We are symbols, icons,

mysteries,

and an unwitting answers

to others,

though their fate

similar to ours.

We live into

a consensual cohesion

by streamlining our storylines.

We attend, appropriate,

acknowledge,

and search to identify.

We are displaced by our efforts.

We then question doing’s sake.

We accept the limitations

of rewards.

We implore the politics

of busyness to succeed.

We claim to have concepts

that satisfy by deed.

We pursue predictable comforts

into unconsciousness.

We seek understanding

as if it was a provider.

No matter how much we fill

there is noticeably

an emptiness for more.

We settle for commitment,

efforts and results.

We abide, decide, act upon,

and concern

as benchmarks of living.

All of this

we do willingly

but still . . .

there is a life,

a somewhat unrevealed life,

a quite fragile existence

of a life,

inside the life we live.