I wrote this poem after early morning thoughts about what makes us do things in life
I had the idea that it is life itself that bullies us into doing things.
Also, if we were not here we would be like the rocks and sea bullied by physics and forcefields.
It can mean though, ignoring the free will and letting yourself go in the sea of life.
Trusting to forces of friends, governments and nature, floating on a sea of bullying forces.
Confronting life itself is the only way as it is with bullies.
Getting meaning and having a direction so that you can steer a course.
Becoming educated and compassionate about all things you can know.
Ignore the known unknowns or makeup lies?
The unknown-unknown forces will take care of themselves.
Perhaps we are living life backwards?
Perhaps we have died and our life is being replied as we go?
Or that life is an infinite circle?
Take your pick or choose none.
What do you think?
Is life a bully and how can you tell?