Looking out on a level plain
And asking the question "does
anyone care?"
Silently longing to break with tradition
Without ending up alone in despair.
Perception from angles acute and
obtuse,
Varying versions of justice and
truth,
Backgrounds and foregrounds,
shadows and glare,
Break down the barriers formed in
our youth.
Plans thought out, though ill conceived,
Treasures sought for a rainy day,
Pleasures of the world surrounding
All our simple folksy ways.
Trouble comes and, unprepared,
The burden stings like iron gloves
Smashed upon the cheek of wisdom,
Crashing down from high above.
Perception of our misconception.
Embarrassment to noble thought.
Deeds will out and battles count
When we perceive them to be fought.
No comments:
Post a Comment