
What is the point of madness
this rat race
this outdoing of ourselves
time and time again,
when does it end,
death?
And who’s counting the days,
you or me?
The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?
What do we do when our intuition becomes corrupted,
when the things we thought we wanted have blurred lines
and no direction.
Do we keep repeating the same old story?
Take a new path?
Perhaps what justifies our actions could be all that truly matters.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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This is a very deep poem. I don’t think merit or self-accomplishment matters when we value our lives. And the rat race destroys most of us. The sad part is that most of us are trapped. We can’t choose to not be a part of the rat race and self-accomplishment is the only mirror we have to evaluate ourselves.
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Ahhh yes, I completely agree, and that’s what ends up keeping us stuck.
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So beautifully written and thought-provoking. I love it!
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Thank you… 🙂
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As long as I have you and you have me, I’ll be happy ❤️
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Awwww I love you, girl. Same here❤️
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I love you too ❤️
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Really loved this poem!!!! Cut to the heart it!
Especially loved this stanza:
“The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?”
Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
😁💖💕🌹
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Thank you, dear Chuck, you’ve made my day! I find myself pondering things more n more the older I get. 🙂
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Ahhh, I’m so happy to have had the honor of making your day!! I love it when a follower/writer does that for me. It’s a great feeling. Happy it happened for you!! I so love the way your poetry reaches out to my heart too!!
Chuck 😁💖💕🌹
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Thank you again… I’m smiling because of you. ❤️
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I beg for definitive answers. But yet another answer just leads to another question. Maybe the solace is found in the mystery or quest itself. Who knows.
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And maybe this is our purpose, to forever be learning, exploring, wondering, noticing, with never an exact answer to find. 😉
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Ahhh Yes! I think you’re onto something there! 🤔😉
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While I do not know the answers to your questions, at least you’re asking and that can help lead to answers. I also like that your poem makes me notice how close the word madness is to the word matters (both of them share 4 of 7 letters in the same positions, and both are the last words at the poem’s opposite edges), and their similarities make me wonder what if they could be clues to an answer? Fascinating.
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Ahhh yes, I see what you mean. And now I think I should’ve made the title, “Madness Matters.” I do love alliteration. I remember I was in an introspective mood the morning I wrote this and yesterday when I was going through the notes on my phone I found it and decided to post it. It was really just a jumble of random thoughts and questions that ended up taking the shape of a poem. I think I will live the rest of my life pondering questions like these.
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I hope we can forge new and better ways of living.
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Me too! 😃
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