Binocular

Binocular  2/3/2015

Rub your eyes

And look closer

Now that the mud is gone

And we can see

All that was and is. 

The truth can feel like a razor

As we drag ourselves along

Cutting into our fingers

And stinging with sweat.   

But how far have we sunk?

When we looked the other way

And how much have we wept?

Because we believed a lie. 

Peel back the layers

And look for the seed

Uncovering the secret within a story

And the facts from the fiction. 

We spin one way

And then we spin another

Without asking why

Mute and afraid.

The ghosts come

And we tremble in fear

With the every hair

Standing on end.  

We look away

And close the door

Preferring the dumbest of distractions

Over what it true

And what is real. 

We fight and argue

Over nothing at all

While the wolf is at our throat

And choking on the blood.  

You can have it all

And fancy yourself

The dominant strain

But if you don’t watch your back

You’ll be sucked down the drain. 

Clear as crystal

And dumb as dirt

Even the truth can be hateful

For those who hate the truth. 

But no man can ever learn

If he lives in a lie

Protected in a cocoon

Unwilling to struggle

And break free. 

My shell was hard to break

And my feathers hard to remove

But without the pain

I would have never grown

Stretched out or known. 

It hurts to lose

But it is a risk to win

As pride is the oldest sin

Even before us

And even before them.    

Pull back the veil

And throw up the sash

Staring it all in the face

No matter which way you look. 

No matter what is said

Deep down

We all know the truth

Picked off one by one

Outnumbered and dumb. 

Situational ethics won’t change a thing

And moral relativism is dead in the water

As the clock ticks down

To the point of no return.  

I look forwards

And I look back

All around every where

All day

And all night.