A Morning's Contemplation.
Troubled I was
words flying at fevered pace
seeking refuge in the night
searching my soul for cause
ironic as I found
no law broken in the night
but words barbed in their intent
ill-considered though they be
leave on lips a tange
a feeling that all is not well.
but kicking the dust man out my window
does little to aid matters
so close my eyes I did
with prejudice disregarded.
I woke rested,
but unable to settle myself
I considered the matter as it was presented before
Yet in my unease I find
that letting the feeling follow me
might in reflection
leave more of the same at my door.
So brushing it off
I donned my cloak
seeing this day
in lying possiblities
lying over and over till I considered it right
in eyes that I did not have before.
Sometimes we only see it as lying
because our hearts covet
the reality that we hold as truth
not willing to grasp the fact
that the opposite is the truth as well
not our truth as we covet it
but a truth that would change how we see the day
and perhaps then how we continue in it
until a day comes
when the lies are truth
then the old truth is seen as a lie we believed
for lack of a better.
Negative is easier to hold to then positive.
Are we so cynical in our thought
to say that the world be evil
and we make our bed the best we can amongst it?
Could life not be good
with a nasty sickness at its middle
the voices of men
who see the negativity of the masses
as power for those who know
that negativity is slavery.
Something is driving the sickness
and it shouldn't be you.
it closes off options
and shows us a nightmare
that our senses of self preservation
will forswear our chances our chances
shackled to the fear that hope is lost
is this the world you want?
what shall you do then
believe and act
nothing else will do
lie to yourself if you must
but act as though its true
and you will see
when the musket fire clears
that the world you bleed for is yours
so believe and act
believe and act
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