When did we become, our father’s instincts,
when our mother suddenly appeared in our gestures.
How far did we travel before eagarly coming to terms
with reality’s tease …
Remember when ‘just kidding’ offered hope
we reason with our legacy,
suddenly twisting in the wind,
feeling the result of a gale force
slap in the face
while Father Time decidedly dance.
While society laid down the foundation
how to speak, how to laugh,
what to eat, when to realize
when we have made a gaffe.
When then the world became interlaced
with your way of doing things,
how might we rule the underlings,
why did that gesture seem to create some
noble frenzy of sacred morality.
Who speaks the loudest while determinant
outcomes caress the curious conformity of time.
Outcomes are a constant search, a quest, a dream
we all seem to interpret with a difficult strain
asks only we decide – we stop vacillating
around the ‘simple things’ and garner support
toward a challenge, toward the next level,
beyond that scope of who we are tomorrow,
versus how we became today.
While climates shout our name and ask with feverish
pitch the accommodation of new comfort levels,
we wish to still, we want, certainly need to flip a switch.
We have a certainty of moral standard we share in words
when suddenly, a hurt, a laughter, a visual reminder
tells us the search remains …