Old shoes

Old rags

The remnants of what was

What could have been

How did this all happen

Was it us

Was it me

Letting go

Let it be

Changes are coming

Changes are going

I better start acting

And stop hoping

What comes next

I’m ready

For what is around the corner

Bring the post-internet revolution

Empty pockets

With great indifference

Hold on

Changing seas are raging ahead

Where the frontier of the future

Will bring

Hold hope

Smile

Sing

What makes money now

Will not later

What made money yesterday

Will not today

What will the future bring

Uncertainty and anger

But certainly, opportunity

Where can you start

When the target

Moves

Shakes

The goal of starting is to go

The idea of success is to wait

How difficult is it

That we create

Blocks to begin

Blocks to end

Up and down

Starting point

But start again

Life puts on the breaks

Everywhere I go

The unfair game of comparison

Looking with a wry grin

The eyes of society

On one

Compared to another

I do not disagree

In football

Or some game of indignity

Comparison and contrast

There is no better or worse

Unless the views

Challenge your own chorus

Verse

So the wings of reality

Cry fowl play

When the image does not line

Up with

Reality

Why compare

Why win or lose

These games we play

We should just cut loose

I am afraid to look

Afraid to see

Afraid to be me

Inconsequently

I am afraid to breathe

The space in which we all exist

Is pressing on me

But I know good will come

Love over hate

Over the land we

Live and graze

There is a hope that persists

Even when we are afraid

Hope for new

Hope for life

Hope for love

Hope for you

Bandage my head with wires

Internet strewn bandage

Around my eyes

Holding in my brain

For the words

I see printed on the screen

So indignant

Mean

My hands swollen with anger

Frustration

How can it be that the world

Can be so indifferent

So mean