Flash Freeze

Chilling 11/13/2013

The words are rearranged

But the mind is made up

Shaped by others over time

To love or hate. 

If you speak your true feelings

There is no need to rehearse

And your words can flow freely

Neither written nor planned.

Circumstances can be good or bad

And it is wise to learn

How to be the same

Either with nothing

Or plenty. 

The world is as senseless

As it is barbaric

And it’s hard to find the truth

When everything is a lie. 

Like a needle in a haystack

Such are the clues

And the truth

Hidden in plain sight

But never acknowledged.

If you looked around

Then you might find

But if you should dare speak it

Then you might be the hated. 

That is the price

When the world tries to break you

Targeting your livelihood 

For chastisement and ridicule. 

The price is money

As the compliant are rewarded

Even if they are cowards

Both foolish, and dumb. 

But what good is power

If it becomes corrupted and bloated

Stagnant, polluted
Wasted and cursed.  

There is no thanks

And there is no reward

As we go through the motions

Afraid of our shadow. 

Who would want to sail

On a ship full of holes

Built to sink

And commanded by fools. 

You can always tell the future

But the horror of the past

Even if it hasn’t happened yet

You know that it will. 

Eventually the numbers add up

And the devil gets his due

Sneaking up behind us

To cut our throat.   

Billions of random chances

Has brought me and you

But only deliberate action

Can save anyone today. 

Others may judge you 

And some may judge me

But there are worse things 

Than losing.  

But still I smile

And still I write

Just a willing as ever

To know what I see. 

Come out

And see the path

Hard, narrow and steep

Because that is where you will find me

Just the same

As yesterday.