sunday morning
eating bird seed
watching birds feed
on discarded chips
and scattered shreds
of last nights
lost kebab

genius is relative
******* twin brother
when theyre not communicating
cant tell one from the other

some are born
staring at the sun
becoming blinder
as their eyes widen
with every day begun
in warmth and comfort

dotting the Is and crossing the Ts
drawing lines under finalities
saying goodbyes surreptitiously
inconspicuously thanking my serendipities

noone can hide in the spotlight
but the man with the torch
shapes the shadows

im old enough now
to see the patterns repeating
the cycles of life
the ever decreasing circles
repeating repeating repeating
while i stay the same
repeating days as if decades
accruing wisdom and rime in equal measure
spectating the game
seeing and saying
waiting for the day when the circles align
and the sky catches fire

it is accepted wisdom
that the system is the system
and theyll tell you if you listen
that the system cant be changed
that you must accept their wisdom
is a given you were given
before you knew you shouldnt listen
before you saw another way
they get us when we're children
force themselves into us
tell us noone else will listen
if we ever dare to say
make us culpable in our acquiescence
responsible for their hindrance
while the world around us keeps on spinning
theirs is still the only way