Strawman

When I was young, I saw wizard of oz, I felt sorry for the scarecrow, a man made of straw, no brain to think, no blood to carry his life, no heart to love, and no soul to live, but then I was young.

I grew both in body, and my dreams grew as well, I was going to conquer the world, I had talent, I had love, and I had a future. I worked hard, achieved a great deal early on. Inspired I worked harder.

I touched many lives, mostly a little, but some I was able to work a great difference into, but then I had purpose, I had a lot of love to give.

I was in many relationships, some hot, some luke warm, I was a giving person so I always made the best of what ever I had. I always thought I was happy, always looked on the bright side.

Life was always a chore, it was hard, I felt life shit on me in so many ways, but I would always smile and go on, I still had purpose, I still had a bright future, I was always watching those.

Then I encountered something I never before had. I met my true love. My whole life changed, I felt a love so big, it was not just in my heart but in every cell of my being and beyond. I craved every second with her, I wanted to give the rest of my life to her, to spend every minute I had left on earth pleasing this one person, my soul mate.

She was my other half in every way, she fit me like a glove, and filled my every gap. I finally knew peace, I finally knew love, I was finally once in my life happy.

Then, she broke my heart, and she left me. My whole being hurt, I couldn’t see how I could even go on living.

Then I looked back on the scare crow, and felt jealous, that is who I wish I were.

Then I realized, being the scarecrow was not forced on him, he choose it, or rather his fate helped choose it for him.

We come from dust, and we’ll end as dust.

From entering the world, we are in a warm safe place, but birth rips us crying from the one home in the womb where we were happy. We search for that pure happiness thru our whole life but never find it until the very end when we are returned to the ground, then we are back in our element from which we came..

Then why do we struggle our whole lives trying to be happy when the pain, suffering, and torture of living always out weighs the tiny joys we are able to force from life? Because we are flesh and can have hopes and dreams, and these curses are what cause us to struggle against death, to try to pretend there can be joy in living, but in the end we all learn this is a lie. ALL life ends in death.

But not the scare crow, he’s only straw, he has no hopes, he has no dreams. He is perfect.

From dust I came, to dust I go, I once was flesh, but now I am straw.

My heart is gone, taken and lost, my brain turned to mush, I can no longer think, my blood turned to ice and then to nothing, my soul vanished not able to stay.

Pity not me if you see the straw man, cause I have finally found myself, my true calling in life, I went thru hell and lost the struggle, now I am cold, I am empty, but I no longer able to feel pain, I’ll no longer have my joys taken from me, I no longer have to feel the agony that we call life.

I just stand here, watching the field of the earth, people struggling and loosing, people loving and then loosing, people dreaming and loosing, and people hoping and loosing.

I lose no more, fore I no longer play. I am the man of straw, life go away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For those that knew me, I say good bye, For those that didn’t I say too bad.
For those that still live, I pity you, For those that loved me, I pity you more.

Good bye,

The Straw Man.