인생의 참맛

Enveloped in gray,

I lay,

Where the no-man prays.

Then they say,

If I may,

인생의맛을 느껴볼래?

Glittering Gold Glints of Fall

Walking down this imperial boulevard, ears wrapped dapperly in supple leather melodics, the crisp early winter winds flutter the last yellow glint of fall overhead.  Squinting, I cock my head to one side while looking up in awe at man's engineering might, erect in it's full glory, hard off the beauty of the heavens outstretched above.  Exuding confidence in quantities normally reserved for those many years my senior, I'm groovin' in the path of the flickering rays of light laid down ahead of me.  But then, as I observe the passing glances of souls heading away forever, I become filled with an indescribable melancholy.  Why can't we all simply chill out just a little; slow down this speed at which we live.  From infinity, we have been brought together, but only for the most fleeting of instants, whence forth we embark upon trajectories exactly the same in their polar oppositeness creating the greatest distance away from fate; all but extinguishing it.  We appreciate not, it seems... The depthless profundity and potential of fate.  A fate that is constantly and forever enveloping and piercing our individual and collective orbits.  We live not, it seems... We are simply racing ahead, mechanically in a single direction every waking moment of our existence; an existence that loses more and more meaning the more we seek to quicken the pace of our pursuit of progress.    Fate for progress; progress over fate.  Sureness as security; no fears and no cares.... anymore.   But where the danger lies, so too does the saving force.  So, what then, is dangerous anymore?  Shall we feign an attempt at pointing it out? Yes!