I walked the shores
Where my feet fell
Just under the crunch of the
Sand
Stones and mixed
Soil
The water lapped the edge
Of the lake
As I felt the zephyr on my face
I remembered a better time
A time not too long ago
But long enough
To feel it could be letting go
So I breathed in that zephyr
And live to see another
Day
Can we rejoice
For another day
Or is that reserved for those
Who have to have it their way
Upon the light of the sun
Over the land that is desperate for
The life force
We retreat in bliss
For yet the world
Can go on
Another day
The moment has come
For the retirement
Of the goods and services
That never were provided
To live a hollow life
Guided by lights
Camera
Action
So rather than fight it
Decide it
Might be better to move
On
Then lay in the wake
Of the changing
Waters
As trendy as the
day that
we arrive
To workshop
for the new
Future
The defining feature
Of choice
Clothes
Draped over the shoulder
As we walk
We have chosen the clothes
We wear as a
Statement
Some true
Some confusing
But either way
A way of expressing me
To you
What title shall
I call you
When the sky is grey
And the world is falling apart
How should we approach
The issue of names
When all is broken and
Undone
Is there a reason
For such focus
On the pinpoint of impositions
When the world is sickened
With many terrible
Days
Pride for the day
For the rising sun
For the country we live in
Pride in a new way
Seeing through the clouds
Of grey
Pride for the night that
Brings us rest
Pride in the hope
That tomorrow
Will bring us better
Friendliness
The pride of the future
Lies in you and me
The new way
Of creating
Waves
But it’s not the real
World that
We see
The fake balloons
On the streeet
For celebrations
That we aren’t invited to
So celebrate life
As we live
In our circle of influence
Everyday
When the lights fade
Fake as they were
What are we the people
Left with
Nothing but images
Of what could have been
A mirror
Blank in its returning glance
We have hopes dashed away
As soon as they have
Glown
Under the lights
With nothing to see
The elite don’t give
Two thoughts about you
They spread their wings
And fly like overlords
Controlling your basic
Thoughts
And feelings
Just to crush you
To create you
A new you
Simple you
Full of nothing but
Barbies movie nonsense
Fluff and syrup
Running through our veins
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