Caution is thrown to the dogs
In my mind again.
Like a scimitar spinning through the air,
Intangible thoughts forever frozen
In time, reciprocating the same
Hopes, dreams, aspirations and fears.
And yet...and yet...
Some lives are criminally wasted? Some desires can
Uproot everyone around us.
Soul destroying, star crushing, blood pumping existence!
Oh- it is strange to be a baby kestrel
In this culture of hidden, tasty worms.
Stranger yet to never find the words at the right
Time, place, century. I know this-
The wrong words by the right people can murder a generation.
Can be the difference
Between love and hate, longing and togetherness.
How can so much feeling be in a moment?
I don\'t know how. All I know now is:
This is the tiredness sleep cannot steal away
Like a robber in the night. This is the black and white
Game of chess, on top of a monument
Built by blood, sweat, tears and hope.
Caution is thrown to the dogs
In this dog eat dog world.
In my mind again.
Social Faces, Social Graces by Sarah Fox