one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear
people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks
life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme
glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean
after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama
now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed
oftentimes they teach us to be great
oftentimes we seek out closure
oftentimes it comes with disclosure
oftentimes we reach out too late
never mind the steps needed
never mind the mental chatters
never mind our attitude matters
never mind we all get superseded
usually love is the path
usually the smell of success
usually that leads to stress
usually we don’t do the math
seldom there is an easy way
seldom we know ourselves well
seldom our story will tell
seldom ‘to err is human’ saves the day
oblivious to the facts
knowing is not doing
hidden in the pudding
candid truth
the head seeking
the spacious belly
perfect place to hide
all worried thoughts
nom nom nom
sugary and fatty food
love handles tell
never ending story
craving more
unsatisfied not enough
the body shape growing
new size old mind
the mirror yields
the hangdog look
blank stare
into the portal
deep under
fluffy layers
the truth shackled
ready to rupture
enigmatic
the stream of life on a highway of time
an unstoppable force always in flux
dire times challenge ingrained beliefs
for a distant carrot on a stick
wishing away the current struggle
unrelenting pursuit of happiness
meanwhile the fleeting moment dissipates
into the vastness of past memories
soon forgotten not forgiven
the regret always a close friend
sharing space with guilt and self pity
the trio asking for validation
graceful acceptance of self
on a threshold of a new era
feelings acknowledged
the pressure released
new life embraced
in the now
