Some of us never see beyond the veil.

Some of us live constricted
And act rough and unafflicted
Like a crocodile caught in the choke of a boa constrictor

Dying
Everyday
We wish to live.

Some of us never feel beyond our television set

And when the bet is on for the black stallion
We watch with eyes gone wide
And wide
And wider still

Until

The race is won.

It's done!
The illusion was fun,
But it wasn't your win.

It was symbolic and yes
Yes
Yes,
You took sides.

You thought you could know who was wrong,
Who could ride...

But that tide was a movement far distant from you.

And you laughed
And you cried.
You were born
And you died.

In your blank, black worn stare
You decided to confide
In the screen.

A box, a machine
Representing a reality you ceased to believe
Could exist.

Some of us never manage to truly face a challenge

Because life exists freely upon great silver platters,
And the whole great wide world waits like a buffet
Free of line-ups
So all food and thought is conveyed
To your brain

Like old, stale bread.

Somethings not right;
Beyond thought, left unsaid.

And through all doors of suffering,
You kick and you scream!

"This is not how they said it would be on TV!"

So despite all the knowledge,
And your free ******* college
University never taught you to truly acknowledge
The great Godly cosmos
Or the holy osmosis of truth and contraption of stars spread like roses
In minds
Afflicted by
The human condition.

We're all on a mission.

Some of us say there's a great old technician
Who paid our tuition
To the great school of life
Yet admission
was granted
to few.

Contradiction, I find to be honest contrast
Like AdBusters right next to old capitalist class
Or a pet on the cheek to a slap on the ***,

Now the bell rings;

Nothing good ever lasts
But the point all along has been to learn how to dance

To the music.