Paul's Blog: Living On The Edge
We live on the edge.
Not the cutting edge, but the blended, blunt edge of everything important
The place where we can watch and complain and criticize from a safe distance while the world whirls violently beneath us,
but little of consequence takes hold.
Never risking the center, we remain anonymous: A face, a mask, a shroud.
Don't take a stand, be content to be swept into the tidal wave of inaction.
Bobbing on the grey current of mediocrity
We drift, aimless in our circle,
Mistaking our movement as success,
Dousing the dreams of those who dare
While we spin, content that nothing will change today,
Not on our watch.
Our hopes cling to the clock as it spins,
The hours weave and blend into insignificance
Failing to see it is the only constant,
As it retreats from the edge and flows down the drain
But we don't care, time can flow away from us,
We are jealously content to remain unchanged
As we desperately cling to the edge.