We do this,
with very little effort energy shifts
a ground game
in sudden reactionary freedom,
an easy decision.
A candidate stood fast upon a symbolic
platform.
The people praise,
the papers print,
the quiet retrospect of society
pleads.
Ever try to discover the moment
when an occurrence
will be felt with instinct
2400 miles away.
We do live here alive in our lives,
all around the people cry
some laugh, dance, decide to walk away,
yet, we remember when
we felt a certain ping,
perhaps a conscious ignorance,
when our world suddenly turned
sour.
They told me to walk away,
remove yourself,
avoid becoming involved.
Soon after the revolution began,
we were torn
apart by the hungry masses,
unafraid of a solemn reality.
Any longer,
we’ll forget who we are,
certainly why we are,
when another opportunity,
seems a safer bet.
Sounds like a debate in my own head,
imagine the other conversation.
That dream last night,
tonight’s nightmare,
without shutting eyes,
just a common stare.
