Fire Fight

Fire Fight   9/13/2013

Most of life

Is spent in a lie

As we all pretend to care

And dream that we are alive.

It is never too late

To become what

We should have been

Or what we might have been

If we had rebelled. 

That is what I want to be

Unafraid and alive

No matter how it looks
Or what is said.

People are people

But there is no reason

To  be one dimensional 

Flat against the wall

Predictable and dead.

But the world loves to control

And how it loves to predict

Painting us into a small space

With a name and a tag.

From where I sit

I can hear them

Small people

Making small talk

Flapping away

As they disappear.

Walking and talking

And asleep at the wheel

Jockeying for position

Like rats in a cage.

We all look the same

As our dreams get smaller

Shrinking every day

As we age

And retreat.

Huddling together

For safety

Even though the door is open

And we are free. 

That is life

And that is man

A prisoner by choice

And a slave by decree.

Our dreams are only dreams

If we believe them so

But reality is what we do

And dare to express. 

If others want to die

Then let them rot away

But for us

Let us breathe

And burn bright.