Person,
Place, or Politics
how do we compromise
our best desires
to shake the bones of reality
and find reflection’s anger
stir the gates
of cold consequence
stocked with reason for the now
(they say one now
at a
time is the only answer)
built on smooth wonderment
motivation screams their titles
warming guards for
hits of doubt
dreamt
with god and sake of others
not yourself
for
roles and goals kindled
on the breath of every meal
what
comes of desire
need
planted cravings?
industry of our world
our ball and chain
to guide the sheep
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so the sane are left behind
stamped crazy
knowing more
and seeing the wretched excuses
for what they are
how do you be a
part of
society that has no part in faith?
how do we compromise
our best desires
to shake the bones of reality
to scurry onward past the soup |
