Somber sentences tell me I’m wrong.
Yet the beat of my heart
sings a different song.
Working for the man
Or say the son of Sam.
Is it them or me that
gets to say who I am?
Loaded or unloaded.
Unbuckling the belt
Is relief for the bloated.
Do demons rest
Behind minds exploded?
‘Everyday differences.
Realities the same.
Bow your head
and say your prayers
Before you call his name.’
‘Everything’s a game.
A joke’s what you call fame.
Save your breath
To pass the test
A loud mouth
Is a shame.’
‘Is something in the way?
Fear, naievity or malaise.
Find your way into the center
That’s where serenity lays.
Clearing up the haze.
A place you’ll be amazed.
You will endure we have ensured
Take a stand and bow
When you get praised.’
~Ruby L.S.~