Not long ago, maybe yesterday
Or in my last breath, I still believed
I pressed for harmony
Yearning to coexist on this twirling sphere
With empathetic, respectful travelers
Emerging from my cocoon
From a fairytale, kumbaya coma
We are inundated by
Nameless, faceless megaphones
Blind to reason
Hanging off moving cars
Refusing to pay for hamburgers
Dinging car doors recklessly
Confronting the law
Unreasonable, irrational
Where Lunacy is the movie of the week
A period of descent
A deluge of the debased
I find my joy in the gray matter
That tells me there’s still sensibility
Reason without rage
Enterprise with a mission to mend
I sit on my merry go round of prized horses
But not on my high horse
And watch the rot