Flip

Flip  11/7/2013

As if in a trance

We follow the music

Dancing to a tune

We never chose at all.

Decided for us, in advance

Because we must be too dumb

To understand what we need

And know what is best. 

Drawn like moths to the flame

Where we are burned, but never learn

Returning again, and again

Never any wiser,

Or brighter. 

Man will always prefer, to double down

Digging in his heels reflexively

Rather than acknowledge

That he might be wrong. 

But being wrong is not a sin

If only we could grow and learn

But ignoring the truth

Is a horror and a curse.

It is not a punishment

If what we do is right

And there is no shame

In telling the truth. 

Any adversity

Will come part and parcel

When we decide who we really are

And make the choice.

Its not about me

And if you understand

Then its not about you

But only a framework

For others to complete. 

None of this

Happened over night

So even the journey uphill

Is not accomplished

In a day. 

But rather it is the smallest choices

One after another

As we pick our steps carefully

All the way home.

The sting of judgment

Will pierce your heart

And make you feel ashamed

Every time you are forgotten,

Accused and ignored.

I know that it hurts

And that loneliness feels awful

But even this will serve a purpose

Sometime and someplace

That is still

Yet to come.

All we have to do

Is know what matters

Because what we see will disappear

But what we love

Will live forever.