Wooden Dragon

Singularity 1/22/2014

You can pay now

Or you can pay later

But sometimes it doesn’t matter

What you do

Or where you go. 

In the end

There is no way out

Not without pain
Or suicide. 

A day late

And a dollar short

We stand in line

To be punished

And mocked.

Why is it

That we labor this way?

But all for someone else

Predatory and cruel. 

That is you

And that is me

Shedding our skin

And slithering away.

Judged and ranked

Ruined and ashamed

Reduced to the trash heap

To crawl on our belly.

Going like lambs

We sheepishly shuffle

Our way to the end

Herded, willing,

Gullible, and dumb.

We hold on to fairy tales

Long past the expiration date

But what good is a sound philosophy

If we are blind to reality. 

Murderous deceitful reality

Staring at me

Every time I leave

And every place I go. 

We can deny reality

As long as we like

But those who do

Are doomed

In their dreams. 

Run away dreams

And seek not to remember

All that we were

And all that we lost. 

I loved you all

And then I lost

But now that I know

Everything is new.