The one-track minds
wheels along in gratuitous
selves mockery
kitted out in ignorance gears
free-wheeling
in delusions and self-loathing
blissfully unaware
our riders of the storms
our alleged rain-makers
our pitch-forks prodders
our rotten fruits tossers
our witch hunters poodles
our home-grown Debbie Downers
our mongrels of psyche warfare
who are all very mindlessly involved
in their senseless struggles
and dumbly believe
that another is thus occupied as well
but hey no emotional investment
no hiking or honking on roads never travelled
why see me as a passenger
or think I'll react to vistas unknown
as told by dimwits in selves mockeries
I have no ride or die
I lead
others go on flights of fancy