So hard to make reason sound like it came easily,
as frequent blindness prevents looking very far ahead.
Last inserted, first after all, still before the prelude,
or after the crescendo has faded instead.
Peculiarities have become commonplace,
how frequently unlikeliness has ended the show.
Motivation has dwindled to apathy,
innovation's boat having sailed long ago.
A penslip or two can account for misinterpretations
often detrimental, seldom for benefit, mostly profitless.
Existential thinking unlinking logic from spontaneity,
disconnection from harsh reality has been confessed.
Honesty remains confused about the truth,
integrity has fallen under the wheels of ambition.
Fidelity fell off of its moorings and crashed silently,
perseverance has been procrastinated unconditionally.
So, Hah! I say to these imaginary dioramas,
I mock the political house of cards that produces them.
Without many more years to experience these pseudo utopias
I can find precious few excuses for them.
- Author: Dan Williams ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2024 01:50
- Comment from author about the poem: Same old song, different dance.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This poem is full of wonderful lines and is said in a musing manner as if the author is drifting in thought. I loved its casual nature and unhurried pace. Lovely
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