Saturday, February 28, 2015

Free to Believe the Unbelievable

Time has driven the vagabond from me.
The short span of the illusion of freedom I once had is gone now.
We are all prisoners of our beliefs and circumstances.
We own nothing but memories and fantasies.

When we were children, scared of our own shadows we never realized
that the shadows were as real as we were.

The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave is a holographic projection
of people who think they control everything.
But there are always contingencies .
Unexpected outcomes to what seemed a sure thing.

We are products of "Happy Accidents" or unhappy choices 
made in uninformed circumstances.

We are slogans and products of the PR men and Wall Street Crooks.
Going here and there hoping for the best but we do not know what the best is.
We look for signposts along the way.

There are people who live in unimaginable places.
People who think that they are the only people that matter.
We are only one group of these people.
Some we do not even consider being people.

We are driven by slogans and illusions of reality.
What we "should" look like.
How wealthy we "should" be.
Pages out of magazines in the Doctor's offices.

We turn the page to find we have been lied to.
It is an upside down world and nothing is as it appears to be.
So, what is real and what is not?

We may never know…

© Wed.Feb.18, 2015

1 comment:

Cindy Schnackel said...

Some days blogger lets me comment, some days not! So I hope you see this. Cool poems, love to read your writing!