Day after day I witness a smileless populace. The look of panic, emptiness, and deep struggling thoughts wash the faces of these people into a dry erase board. "Paint on emotions and try to make it through the day" is the mantra of the morning sun. Choose which shade of blue will decorate you. Tend to life's green garden for it's always greener on the other side. But this other side doesn't exist here, it's over the great barrier.
The boxing match between mind and reality has seen it's twinkling stars, black eyes, and vibrations of a Ting that spear through these eyes like a javelin landing directly on the medulla oblongata. One small step for man, one giant leap for the pessimist.
Hear ye' hear ye, give us your strong, your weak, your poor, your poorer, your gay, your crack addicted, paint huffing, whore of a pension and we will grant you a worthwhile nirvana for the span of ten years. Or maybe just trick you with a smile and say, "Only in America."
No comments:
Post a Comment