The song that is playing
reminds me of a long forgotten philosophy,
a former method that was never lost
because it never could be found.
This is not literature from a street corner,
nor is it a contrived notion to put meaning
where it won’t belong.
So easy to forget,
too much to wonder,
question,
ask.
All production, all creation,
just a matter of will,
or privilege.
Discipline is such an ugly word,
and it does not echo.
The song had no echo either.
It gets repeated
and fades more and more
into the background each day.
As the song started long ago,
it won’t stop for a very long time.
It is hard to create
when creation is a burden.
I say we all create.
To make something
something totally from the self,
no matter what motive,
no matter,
another song,
another creation,
another question,
and another echo.
This time it lasts
just a little bit longer.
James J Jackson 