Good Intentions

I carry a box of good intentions
all arranged on slides
in a little box
that plays on a projector in my head

Images flash by on the wall
taken on a day when all my good intentions were done
the sun placed high and warm
kids smiling as they see me
a hug from an admirer
that guy I argued with last year shaking my hand
an interview on live TV and everyone is listening to me
eternal happiness
world peace
I am thankful

Sometimes the images do not flash by on a wall
and I’m standing in an empty room
where nothing was ever loved
a seed without a seedling
nowhere to hide from desperate thoughts
if only the images would remain
flashing on the wall

I wonder what happens to good intentions when we die
maybe they are like pets
indifferent to our departure
before starting to eat parts of us
maybe it is like a goldfish in a little glass bowl
drifting round and around
every now and then remembering what it was
before forgetting again
never having had the chance to get to the end of the thought
drifting round and around

6 thoughts on “Good Intentions”

I wonder what happens to good intentions when we die
maybe they are like pets…

beautiful wonders.

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shanegenziuk says:

November 28, 2010 at 11:24 am

Thanks for the feedback. Maybe they are like pets. Maybe not nice ones 🙂

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I liked this a lot, the good intentions flashing on the wall, and sometimes nothing, just “standing in an empty room
where nothing was ever loved”
sounds so desperately sad…

I think it is somewhat sad, that we obsess about things that don’t bring us happiness or fulfilment, and still we try – SG

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