What difference does it make Looking back at all the unnecessities
To see and feel so clearly
And just cry
For a true moment awake
You believe so much it all matters You can change the future with all your nows Incrementally believing into every one
Whatever such is but a heart hard matter One where yes you do battle
You do it right on You do it in the face of obstinate ruses
Of any and every justification of the little hells we normalize and try to stay straight with our cultish
Philosophies Cultural comforts Reverenant misguidances
Why call this life When, when clearly
One can see our daily deathly ploys
How fun twas musical chairs Little children run in dancing circles Till each is beset with the planned failures
For one and one only*
Shall be on top
While the other Shall be
The bottom
Tis not so much the Wild Kingdom *Tis the Wilds of Civilized Being
Musical Chairs Memorialized Really!!! Isn't the Music itself Sacred enough!!! To me it is or can we know one another, on the surface of consciousness...
What can you say about each and every child, then Really!!! Yourself and all they selves...
*I'll add this as a note to; the preferences of our consciousnesses...